Antonio entered the club, having made it safely past the bouncers and a few human Initiates who watched him from the door closely. He might be bothered to wonder why they were in the club if he wasn't too busy being pressed into the mesh of living, breathing, ripe bodies. Shivering with slight anticipation, he forced himself out of the mess towards the bar (the safest place) and sat down.

He fit right into the group of rocking adults. His black locks hung loose on his shoulders, framing his thin face and blending into his tight-fitting velvet black shirt. The shirt led down to a pair of very comfortable black pants that were held tight by a brightly, rainbow-coloured guitar strap--used, of course, as a belt. His feet were bound into shiny, black boots with heels and many silver buckles. The popular, vibrant coloured plastic bracelets dangled from his thin arms, making them appear slightly whiter than usual.

The bartender barely noticed him--if he didn't ask for a drink, he wouldn't get one...But he noticed the bartender. He was a handsome young man--probably twenty to twenty-five years old--and had short, white-blonde hair. His face was exotic and led up to brilliant green eyes...

Too bad there wasn't a way to lure him out of here...

Arra entered, looking for a quick release from today's stress...dancing or alchohol, she would pick by the cute guys at the bar.

She walked over, looking strangely cat-like in her stilleto heels. The straps wound their way up her slender legs, stopping just before her knee's. A floaty, black dress brushed her thigh's as she walked, it was slightly fitted around the waist, before tightening to make the most of her breasts. The small straps hung loosely across her shoulders.

Arra's auburn hair was down, she had decided to let it curl, and it did so with the envy of many other women. The thick curls fell about her shoulders, light tips curling outwards slightly. Arra's green eyes had been excentuated with eyeliner, she had chosen the smokey look, and mascara lengenthed her eyelashes. A shimmery green colour of eyeshadow was brushed lightly to have a wonderful effect and her lips were paled with a very light pink lipstick.

The overall effect was startling, Arra normally never did herself up this much.
She sat at one of the swivel stools, only a few seats away from Antonio, and leant forward across the bar, looking directly at the bar-tender. He slipped a glimpse at her cleavage before rushing over.
"What ya havin'?"
"Bacardi and coke, thanks." She smiled at him as he rushed away.

Arra turned to survey the nearby people, she saw Antonio sitting there, and looked past him for a moment, before looking back. He certainly was...different, in an infatuating sort of way.

Antonio glanced over at Arra as she walked in and then ignored her, until she sat nearby. As the bartender rushed over, he looked at her with undiguised green envy. It would have been so much easier being a vampire if her were born a girl. Women were harder to seduce in this town...Men here, however, would run after any girl who looked their way.

He looked Arra over, settling on her eyes; his glance was arrogant and obvious...Apparently, this "young man" was sure enough of himself not to worry about being slapped. After a few seconds of staring, he turned away to the mesh. It would be fun to play and trick this girl...but she was probably smart enough to stay away from a beautiful specimen such as himself.

Yes, this vampire is very proud of his good looks.

Arra kept Antonio's gaze until he looked away, yes, he was certainly fascinating Arra. She kept looking at him until the bar-tender placed her glass down on the bar. She turned, thanked the man, and looked into the swirling alchohol. Arra thanked whatever god there was for giving world drink, and brought the glass up to her lips. She drank, and put it down again, lipstick leaving a small outline of lipstick on her glass.

She slipped another look at Antonio, and decided she wouldn't do anything with this guy, unless he approached her first...of course, Arra wanted him to do this, any single woman would if a man was this good-looking.
Arra crossed her leg, exposing most of her shaped thigh to the side Antonio sat.

Antonio hid a tiny snicker as the girl (being older than 2 centuries, he had the right think of her as such) flashed a bit of skin at him. She was single. Most obviously single. Any married or tied-up woman would have simply approached him. The fact that she was single, however, would make it easier for him to play. Finally, Antonio decided that it wouldn't hurt to at least try at a game. He would go to her first, of course.

Now what part should he play? Not the desperate...that role is always too boring... Ah... Perfect.

The aspiring, but always seductive, gentleman artist who is there for any lady who needs someone to take her home. Adjusting his belt, he stood up from his stool and sat down beside her, flashing a lovely grin before sliding into his lovely Spanish accent.

"'Ello, darling. I saw you sitting by yourself and couldn't help but be fascinated. Is it the custom for the men of this town to leave lovely women unescorted?"

Arra watched as Antonio walked over, and eventually- it seemed like an age to her- sat down. She listened as his flowing words, lilted, left his lips. Arra couldn't quite make out what type of man he was.

You had many, the losers..that type explains itself, or the men just in it for the fun- they were normally fat, and pervy- and then...there was this type. The type of man who seemed he could change in a second, a man who couldn't be classed...a perfect gentleman some would say.

Arra turned slightly, so she was facing him and the heeled foot of the leg that was crossed brushed slightly against his leg. She looked him over..there didn't seem anything wrong with him, Arra didn't recognise him from a 'America's most wanted' so it seemed O.k for her to flirt a little.

She laughed a little, and traced the rim of her glass with her fingers, a small gesture that can drive some men mad.
"Is it not where you are from?"

The touching legs and tracing of the glass had no obvious effect on him, though he did smile quite prettily on both occasions. He seemed to be like one of those perfect gentlemen who could only turn out to be gay... But then, why was he here talking to her and frequently glancing her over, eh?

"I am afraid not... Señorita?” He was not just asking her name, but also if she was currently in a relationship. Bowing from the waist down, he continued on by introducing himself.

“My name is Antonio Regalado. I was born and raised in Spain. A few years back, I decided to move to a town close to here because of a…job opportunity. I moved into the city just recently. I must say it is all quite different than Spain, and my small town. I was raised to look at all women as a sort of idol, but here it seems that they are simply dolls to play with. I have to confess that it is very disturbing to me.”

Ha...Yeah, right. This vampire had been playing with women like dolls since he was sixteen...Not that anyone could tell, of course.

Arra smiled when he bowed, slightly annoyed at how little his reactions to her...hints, you could say, were.
"I am Arra Black, born and raised here...my introduction so much less than yours." She paused, lips parted slightly, and smiled slightly, before leaning back and carrying on.

"What job oppertunity is this? If you don't mind me asking." Arra let a little of her interest drop from her tone, if this man was going to play hard to get, she could play it much more...

((Sorry!! I didn't see your reply, and was waiting for a reply that had already come and...ack!))

Antonio took her hand and brushed his lips across it as she introduced herself, not allowing himself to touch her skin with his tongue or teeth or the wet of his lips and suddenly be drawn into the desire of her being...for vampires enjoy knowing a person through their blood even more than the drinking of it.

"Ah..." Though the question surprises him, he quickly flicks it away and uses a lie that had never been used before. "In Spain, my father owned an important business that bought others and tore them into tiny bits... I do not know the name of it here, but I am sure you have heard of the like. I never really liked the idea of owning the business, so I left it to my little brother. My father, however, being the enterprising businessman, would not let me go so easily. He made a bargain with me. If I moved to Shelville and oversaw a small business building he had started there, he would allow me to move to the city with no restraints. Not quite a job oppurtunity, I suppose, but that was the only phrase I could think of to explain it."

He smiled, proud of that quickly thought-up lie, and blinked lazily at her, letting his hand brush her knee as he turned his stool slightly. If he acted too disinterested, she would leave and win the game.

(Quite alright.)

Arra felt a tinlge of delight pass through her body when he brushed her hand with his lips, even more so when he touched her knee. But no, she had to keep the game up..luring a man was so much more fun than being lured.

She looked at her drink for a moment, taking another sip, before scanning up and down the other side of the bar. Arra finally looked back to Antonio, taking a little breath when she saw his face again..it seemed so....handsome, was the only word she could think of.

Drive him mad with desire...but seem uninterested at the same time, that was Arra's plan. She flicked a peice of hair from her face, and let her hand fall slowly to her still exposed thigh, stroking lightly with the tips of her nails seemingly absentmindedly.

In all truth and honesty, he was going quite certainly mad with desire...but totally different than any desire she might have imagined. Even the brush against her hand and knee had made him almost melt at the pumping and pounding of all that blood from her heart. But the anticipation made the actual occurence much more fun... And he couldn't drain her in an open bar. How impolite that would be...

He glanced around the bar, an obvious look of disgust at all the pressing bodies fleeting across his face. It was all a sham, of course. Being this close to so many living beings was a thrill. He turned back to Arra.

"It's rather crowded in here, isn't it? Are all bars this crowded around here?"

The question seemed so innocent...and suggestive.

"Hmm?"
Arra looked up from her nails, large green eyes blinking.
"Oh..yes, it is. Are you suggesting we leave?"
Arra leant forward a fraction, placing both hands on one of her knee's.

She seemed to think it over a bit..and came to a decision.
"Actually, I'd like to finish my drink first.."
Now, this man was in her grasp- or so she thought- and a simple thing like that wouldn't drive him away.

Antonio was seriously tempted to go ahead and walk outside, just to see what she'd do... But that would defeat the purpose of acting. It must seem like he is totally enthralled with her.

"If you wish, Arra."

His use of her name was more personal than personal...almost as if he was expecting and waiting to see and drink in the inside of her--her soul, that is. Of course, I wasn't about to go into a pun. He waited patiently... Maybe he should keep this girl as a pet instead of draining her. She was amusing. Actually, that was a grand idea. He smiled slowly, thinking of it. She wouldn't have to live with him and they wouldn't have to see each other too often...but every once in awhile just meet up. The only problem was that she would realize that he was a vampire... Nope, he needed to play with her longer.

Arra smiled some more, draining her cup, and setting it softly back on the bar.
"Ok, shall we go?" She stood, smoothing down her black dress to make sure no wrinkles had spoiled its floaty surface.

Arra thought she saw somthing of an idea flicker across Antonio's face...what could it have been? She cocked her head, trying to think that way Antonio might to find out his 'clever idea'.
No use, the man was a mystery to Arra..he held that advantage over her, she only hoped that she did aswell with him.

The vampire looked at Arra, his bright lips perking up in a grin. It was one of those annoying grins that no one can ever figure out: the kind that stretch mysteriously like the Mona Lisa's. He offered his black-velvet clad arm to Arra, using his eyes to beckon her towards him.

"Do you know of a more comfortable place where we can talk instead of shout?'

Yes, Arra would make a perfect pet. He would just have to play with her without taking her blood. Ah...Good thing he had fed already.

Arra smiled back, taking Antonio's offered arm loosely.
"I don't quite know....no where that will be open and come with a quiet atmosphere, the only place is my apartment..."
Arra trailed off slowly, looking under her lashes at Antonio.

Yes, this man would certainly be fun to play around with...well, of course Antonio would be another of that type..Arra knew alot about that type.

Antonio frowned--not the kind of frown that is particularly bad...more of a pleasant, concerned frown. He walked out of the door, with Arra still on his arm, and waited until they were outside before turning to talk to her.

"I do not wish to imply anything, Señorita Arra, but I understand that neighbors are very nosy. I wouldn't want to make them think you were anything...like that just because I walked into your apartment. Perhaps he should adjourn somewhere else?"

He looked down at her and smiled. It was obvious to anyone that it wasn't that he didn't like...simply that he was a gentleman... and he needed to be nearby his "home" if they talked a bit too long.

"I know of a lovely coffee shop on Elm Street that is open at all hours and has individual rooms for certain customers...so they aren't disturbed while they chat."

Arra smiled, brushing away the frown.
"Ok, it sounds...splendid"
She looked at Antonio from under her lashes, still trying to class him...what type of man...what type?


((Shall we continue the roleplay on another board?)

((Oopsie, sorry, I forgot to log in before I posted...the above post is me, just so you know :P ))

"Let's go then, shall we?"

(Yes... Elm Street. I'll start, I suppose.)