Reckless? Hardly. (Open)

[dain]

Dain had struggled to get himself out of the house, for some reason his nose was too sensitive to the junkies that lived around him. Their filth and drugs set his nose off like an alarm and he found himself with a headache big enough to take down big foot. He growled lightly as he passed the door to the outside, more filth, the stench was amazingly bad and the people who caused it were just as dirty. What was it with humans now a days? Drugging themselves up so bad that they couldn't tell a sink from the toilet. He passed by a group of junkies sitting on the steps of their own apartment, as he passed them by he felt a tug at the hem of his pants. He moved the leg away quickly and stared down at a girl who was laying on the sidewalk, he one elbow propped her up, the arm was covered with needle point dots. He backed up a step and shook his head, her hair was dirty blond, not the type of hair color, it was actually dirty. She moved for his leg again, but this time she fell short and flat on her face, this induced a chuckle from him.

"Word to the wise, stop picking yourself,", Dain's laugh was short coming. He realized he had stopped for too long paying attention to the drug addicted kids who were so far out of this world that they couldn't even move to help their friend. He kept moving and from behind him he heard the woman's voice. "Hahaha I totally just fell on my face," he kept himself moving trying to stray as far away from the smell as humanly possible. Walking down the street he found little amusement by kicking a can up the sidewalk, keeping his eyes plastered to the ground. He heard noise from a distance, the sound of music playing into his ears, and this attracted him. When he got closer he could tell that the place was a club, a man stood outside, he was big, really big. He smiled as he passed by him, tossing the fee to get in at the man's legs, before the man could say anything Dain was lost to the crowds. He wore a long black jacket with white stripes at the sides, his sunglasses were in shutter type form. There was no lenses only stripes that replaced the lenses. He moved to the bar table, ordering a drink, he looked around and found that he knew absolutely no one. Good. He really needed a drink right now so he wouldn't be bothered by people on the dance floor.

He had been to a bunch of clubs in New York, just not one like this, the people didn't seem to care that werewolves and vampires mixed in the with human population. He paid for his drink and leaned against the bar table, watching the crowds, systematically playing out what he should actually be doing in a place like this. Dain wasn't much of a dancer, anyone who knew him well could tell you that much, but from time to time he'd grab a girl and go back to his place. It wasn't really great, hell, he'd trade it for anything. Dain sipped on his drink, watching the crowds around him move and jump, where did they get the energy? Dain put that aside and began to roam around, there had to be someone he knew here right? Wrong. He wasn't much of a people person, but he was working on it. With his drink in hand he began to move through the crowd of people.

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[gemma]

Gemma had been walking around aimlessly in this club for well over 20 minutes, and no one had tried to approach her. She couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. She felt that nearly everyone in the club had leered at her, but no one had made a move. Everyone had glanced at her at least once, after all, she was only wearing a short dress and pumps. There was only one man who hadn't looked at her longingly, and she was curious as to why. Gemma caught the eye of the gorgeous man, and with her skill, she came to realize that he was not only a man, but a were.

Gemma had a rare skill to be able to sense what people are. She was intrigued by this man. He was clearly strong, because he's a were, but he looked almost vulnerable, he clearly was not comfortable being here. His attire told her that he cares what he looks like, and Gemma loves that in a man.
"Hey there," Gemma looked into the mans eyes, and couldn't help but feel a twinge of attraction. Men had hurt her deeply in her past, and she had promised herself she'd swear off of them, but she honestly couldn't help herself, she was female after all, and he was just so... Manly.

Gemma felt him stare at her, he was assessing whether or not she was worthy, most likely. She hoped her couldn't sense what she was. Werewolves and vampires typically are not seen together, but Gemma didn't care for the norms of their bizarre society. She felt like a little girl next to this man, she was relatively short, and he sure was intimidating. She though he looked familiar, but she couldn't place him in her long life. Werewolves do not live longer than the average person, but she felt a connection to him, as if they'd known each other for awhile. But right now she wasn't looking for a specific connection, she was looking to cure her loneliness.

"So, you from around? I just moved in, and I've been looking to meet people... You want to dance?" Gemma reached out and touched him, hoping she was being as casual and carefree as she felt she was being. She hadn't tried picking up anyone in over 30 years, and she had forgotten how scary it could be. She came here to meet someone, and she hoped she had. Her hand was still on his shoulder, and she was sure that he would now realize what she was, because of her temperature, and she sure could feel what he was. His skin was so hot in comparison, and she had never felt anything quite like it. She felt him still assessing her, and she hoped her charm had worked, sure she hadn't been big on the club scene, but she hoped it could be this easy.

See someone, talk to them, dance a little. It surely couldn't be any harder than that. After all, she wasn't looking for anything serious.

[dain]

Time wasn't a hard thing to kill, hell he'd been in the club for at least an hour before he actually ran into someone. People spoke of how they met in clubs and generally became friends, but, when he ran into this woman he automatically felt a slight attraction. Maybe it was the way she looked? No, Dain didn't really go for women like that. Perhaps it was the way she approached him without fear and haste, that was probably it. It didn't matter to him though, someone to talk to was better than roaming around aimlessly watching people he didn't know grind against each other. Then again, that was only a quick summery of what was actually going through his mind. Her face reminded him of someone, back in the day, far to long ago for his memory to serve him right. With a light chuckle, Dain turned to face the shorter woman completely.
"Hey there,"
She had said, her voice, even her voice sounded somewhat familiar. Damn his memory, nothing had been the same when he was changed, nothing. Taste, feeling, appreciation, it all had been flushed down the toilet. Dain had felt like an idiot putting so much pause in between what he had wanted to say, so he just put his thoughts aside and decided to speak. "Hey there yourself,"
Dain had replied with his natural smile starting to break loose, he didn't notice it at first, but when she touched him it hit him in the face like a boxer. Fang. Now, Dain didn't hold the grudge that other werewolves had, but he didn't have the best feeling about being so close to something that might want him dead. Then again, you never do really find something out without experimenting. She'd covered up the Vampire smell nicely, even with his great smelling ability he was unable to come up with a racial identity.

He cold touch sent a chill up his spine that could only make his lip twitch lightly. Usually he would never let a fang get that close to him, and he began to wonder how far he let his guard slip. Though, he didn't hate vampires, they'd done nothing wrong to him, if anything he should have been hating what he was himself, a werewolf. Its not the easiest thing to tell someone, and its definitely not the most sane thing to tell someone. He would keep talking to this person, that he knew for a fact, the attraction he had was too much to put off apparently. He had just hoped that the question had not come up, if he knew what she was, then by touch she had ought to know what he was. Again he felt himself have a cold chill, it wasn't her, it was something else that he'd put off. "I've lived here for a bit now, not the most interesting town. I'm not much of a dance, but hey, I'll do my best,"

Dain stood in silence after he'd spoken, it was time to see if the woman was ready or not he supposed. He took another light sip from his drink, it wasn't nearly enough to intoxicate him, but it was enough to quench his thirst for the moment.