Rroan knew very well she shouldn't be here; not tonight. She knew she should be at home, taking a bath, or going to bed early, not illegally entering a bar and purposefully going straight for the alcohol. She gulped down her second shot, the self accusation burning it's way through her guilty soul. It was the eve of the day her mother had left her. The day Rroan would never forget. The eve of her transformation into the queen bitch of her school.

She slid off the bar seat and into the crowd. The lights flashed around her and the music blasted into her ears. She wasn't paying attention to the song, just the beat. She let herself go, redirecting all the emotions she had inside to her dancing. She threw her arms up and was glad that the song had a strong, dark beat to it. Her body swayed to the music.

Rroan wore her daily black, low top converse covered slightly by tight low cut jeans. The jeans, a dark navy, hugged her butt, hips, and thighs, but flared slightly at the calves. She had on a halter top that connected at the top of her neck to loosely hang down, over, and around her chest leaving her shoulders and upper back exposed. A band of fabric tightened itself below her chest keeping the shirt securely on her body and highlighting her toned body. The shirt itself, with the pants, showed off mid-drift to lower torso.

The song faded out as another one faded in smoothly. Rroan looked around. There were stares. She reached out her hand and immediately a young man's shoulder found it's place. His hands hung loosely around her waist and her hands now hung loosely around his neck. He was taller than her but only by four or more inches. He was younger than most of the men in the club, although obviously older than her. She didn't waste time being polite and quickly moved her body against his to the beat of the music. Rroan quickly fell into motion with him, turning around to grind her body against his now and again.

Every now and again, she switched dance partners. She remembered dancing with the boy more than once, but the same with the others. She stopped caring about what they looked like and just kept dancing as the music blasted around her and the clock ticked later by the minutes. If Rroan had looked, she would have noticed the glowing clock in the dark nightclub already said 1:57. But she didn't look because she didn't care what time it was. She was gonna be here all night long.

As the song ended, Rroan realized she had been dancing for a little more than an hour. Sweat coated her skin as the lights danced across her body. Her long dark brown hair was partly matted against her neck and her heartbeat was fast. Letting out an exhausted breathe, her arms fell from her most recent dance partner. The next song started and as she neared some other men on her way out of the crowd, they got into her way. They still wanted to dance. Rroan gently pushed them out of the way. "I'll be back," she assured them.

After pushing past the boys her hand immediately went to the black hair tie around her right wrist. Rroan ran her fingers under and up the nape of her neck, pulling the wet hair up into a casual bun. She tied it loosely with the hairband and turned to the bar she was approaching. "One shot, please," she shouted toward the bartender. She slid onto the leather seat, pushing past a boy's leg who was next to her. Taking the shot glass, she gulped down the cool, acidic alcohol. Immediately she felt the cooling, calming effect.

Rroan sat back and relaxed a little. Then a familiar face caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Quickly turning to her right, she smiled. "Hey, your're that guy from the other day. Umm--" she said snapping her fingers softly thinking back to the other day. "--the sick one! Oh, are you feeling better?" Yet, as she said that, her senses turned a little fuzzy and the room seemed to shake a little. She grasped out and onto his shoulder, holding herself balanced. "Sorry, I just spun too fast." Although the lightheadedness had disappeared, her hand held firmly onto his shoulder.

Noticing his glance towards her grip on his shoulder, Rroan quickly took back her hand. "Sorry," she muttered too quietly for people to hear in a night club like this. Again, she followed his gaze into the crowd. "Oh, yeah. Dancing helps me get rid of my thoughts. Were they all guys, cause I swear, one of them looked like a girl," she added quickly, letting out a laugh. She didn't really care or notice, she had just payed attention to dancing. As her eyes scanned she saw some men still watching her as they danced, like a tiger in wait for its prey. Rroan turned away from the crowd. Her head tilted back, and she let out an exasperated breath. The lights danced around the ceiling, but her eyes didn't focus on anything in particular.

"You know, you could dance with me. Then it wouldn't be, 'a lot of those guys down there,'" she said, faking a manly voice. Her voice lightened up. "It could be, 'that one really lucky boy who gets to dance with a hot, sexy, drunk girl.' You could be living everyone of those perverts fantasy. Any one male's fantasy." Rroan let out another laugh. She turned to look back at him. "I mean, who wouldn't want this?" Rroan leaned closer to his face, her hand going up to hold his jaw. She lingered for a moment, her hot breath on his mouth and her hand carefully caressing his jawline, before her lips gently touched his. The kiss had been perfected. It was masterful, seductive, and simple. She pulled away instantly after the first moment of contact, staring blankly ahead of herself.

Almost no boy she used it didn't want more. And that was the whole objective. Give them something, but in the end it is their idea to continue. They would think they were in control, that is was actually there idea; but it wasn't. Rroan was in control the moment her warm breath caressed his very lips. She knew exactly what would, or at least what should, happen. "Of course..." she lingered, not continuing, waiting for him to make an action: talk to her, kiss her, pull her up to dance with him, anything. She was a hunter and he was the prey. The trap had been set, and now all she needed was to wait.

Rroan listened to his comment. He was right. There still were so many. But some of them had brushed away, thinking he was perhaps an ex or something. Rroan's picked up a peanut from a bowl at the bar, ate it and licked her fingers one by one. "I guess you are right. I don't want to be greedy or anything." Rroan slid down from her chair and turned into the crowd. "Au revoir," she yelled back, one hand waving back at him. As her words got lost into the crowd, so did she. Her spectators followed after her. He'll be back. she assured herself. She had gone into the crowd, going a little closer to the blasting music. The beats were strong and her moves were seductive. Her body moved with the boy behind her. Her back was towards him, her right hand grasping her left wrist around his neck. His hands groped her abs and tried to sneak up and down as far as they could until Rroan stopped them. It wasn't that she didn't want it, just not with this guy.

Her hands let go and she walked away from the guy only but two steps until another had started dancing with her. This time she faced him, her hands moved around his waist and her nails gently caressed his lower back from under his shirt, sometimes teasing itself down below his pants a bit. This boy had obviously been watching Rroan's reaction to the other, because he didn't cross the boundaries more than once. Rroan liked this, but this was only the wait, it was the chase that got her excited, and eventually the kill. Patiently, Rroan waited for the boy to come back. The spectators couldn't do anything about it on the dance floor. But again, they wouldn't be able to stay there all night.