Like it's said, the place is reserved for good clientel. Sebastian was one of those very good people. He frequented it enough and this was one of those days where he just had to. After that meeting with Hawthorne, his mental battles were getting worse. Nearly every night Sebastian was awaking in a cold sweat and screams. Every day, he wanted to get her back even more.

At the moment though, he was on a good trip. Sebastian's anger now fluxiated when he didn't keep it in check. It was just as unpredictable as those battles. Today though, it was a good day. He had the control that he did just a week ago and he was merely watching people sway to the music in the dark. Some were more drunk than others. Sebastian was one of the more coherent.

Speaking of the male, you would think since he had the money to blow and come here, he had to be wearing something nice. Well, you're right! He had on the purest of blacks in the form of a rather nice silk. It moved with him and clung to his body, not hiding any of that body that he had a special trainer for. The shirt was unbuttoned to leave a nice little show of tanned skin and also the silver myth-made creature hanging around his neck on black cord.

And the best of all is yet to come. His pants. Those were black too, but hey, they showed off his bum unbeknowst. They were good pants, infinitely soft too. They seemed to shadow off the jacket he had on that other night, specifically coming from Armani then.

Anywaysss, he leaned against a silvery pole with colored lights flashing over him occasionally, illuminating blue eyes and blond hair. Obviously, a guy looking like him had several people hovering around, but Sebastian ignored them all, just simply watching those dancers almost in a trance. None of them looked interesting enough to pursue.

The lights danced over Hawthorne's form as she entered, giving an occaisional shimmer to those violet orbs she owned. She was ready, having dropped off her leather blazer at the coat check it was time to begin her night.

Her eyes rested upon the swarm of people before her as she came up to the bar. They moved like liquid to the chaotic rythm of the music, almost as if they were apart of it. Gently she tugged at the hem of her mid-thigh skirt, stupid thing, she hated skirts ... but then again she had never seen a woman wear pants to a night club. It was tight and pin-striped with black lace as the fringe. The reason for pulling at it was due to the slits on both sides and the fact they could reveal a bit more than just slender legs. Her top was a corset of black silk, trimmed in lace aswell. The tattoo at the base of her spine could be seen just barely. As for her shoes ... pumps. A terrible choice for dancing in but it wasn't like sneakers were an option with the rest of her outfit. She would break her neck tripping over her heels before going to sneakers.

Her gaze combed over the crowd once more, it was impossible to make anyone out, it just seemed molded all together. She wanted to dance, but the thought of a cold, sweet drink to chase away the overwelming heat was tempting. Fuck it. It was her favorite song anyways. Biting her lip she pushed her way through the crowd to the middle. There was a tall black male who seemed to know what he was doing, the others around him should have been shot they danced so badly. With a light tug on his arm she pulled him to her. He ... of course ... didn't mind. The lights and the music seemed go faster now that she was moving to the beat. It was hypnotic.

While he was scanning the crowd, she just happened to show up. A twinge of anger simmered in the bottom of his stomach, soon rising to an acidic reaction. He was mad at her. Of course he would be. She ripped so many strings out of his control and he did not think for one moment that he was sure as heck going to let her parade around like that with harm. He decided he'd play with her. A smirk curled lightly over his lips, maybe making a few stand-byers swoon.

Well, what was he going to do? He started to lift her skirt.

Woah. Her gaze flicked to her skirt and she put a hand down on it quickly before the black satin of her panties showed. Focusing on what was around her was impossible. She looked up to the man who was looking down at her hand with peaked interest and looked around. It was just her imagination ... right? Yeah she had just moved alittle too much. She gave her skirt a good tug to keep it down and cleared her throat so her partners attention would be replaced.

Her gaze searched the crowd more throughly, if he was here ... oh god there were so many things other than hurting her that he could do here. She wanted to leave the crowd but then he would come to her, the crowd was safe ... if she screamed if she pointed him out there was someone that would help her. If she was alone ... she shuddered ... perhaps she wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. He would probably put her in an asylum or worse, in a grave.

He smirked a little. Looks like her partner is interested. Well, we'll just make things a little better. See that corset she has on? Well, that's his target as well. Two at a time! While the skirt pulled up from her hands, the top was lowering at a dangerous rate. Oh ho, he could laugh. Heck, he had to lift a hand to his lips just to make sure that he wouldn't laugh. He had fun in this kind of teasing.

That was it! She didn't care what would happen outside the safety of the crowd she wasn't meant for this much embarassment. Quickly she moved leaving her partner with a smile she would have enjoyed had this happened to someone else. Both her hands were trying to save what dignity she still owned as she moved towards the bathroom.

She felt like a poor humiliated school girl at the prom. Had she been like Carrie she would have hit Sebastian with a few beams off the cieling. She hated him. Resting both hands on the sink and looking into the mirror she closed her eyes and mentally prepped herself for facing him. She was going to get him back for this, no matter how hot he was. Quietly she stepped out, hands at the ready incase he chose to pull a fast one. God now she was sounding like a cowboy. She went to the bar and sat there waiting fearfully. Ready 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... draw.

Sebastian did come. He leaned over her, his cheek nearly against her's. "Took awhile to get your attention. You were ignoring me." He smirked, giving a healthy tug to her corset with his own hand. "I haven't seen you for awhile." And he's still been mad at her. That stupid girl. He would have liked her for having the guts to be like that if it wasn't for her making him have damn nightmares.

Her corset nearly gave up what she was trying so hard to hide when he tugged at it. She didn't look at him, she didn't want to look at him ... Jerk. The bartender saw them sitting and started to make his way over to them before he saw the expression her face held. She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath and looked to him her expression being just a ghost now.

'Yes ... I guess it has.' Giving a swallow she tried to keep her eyes on his face ... not letting them wonder to other places. 'I was kind of hoping it wasn't you that was playing strip tease with me.'

"Really? Why is that?" He gave a 'friendly' smile, his lips brushing her's. "I've been waiting to see you. You probably know why. Some pent up anger." His free arm snaked around her waist, holding her backside flush against his front. "You left some seams undone. That's never good to do, you know." Well, he'd given up and the corset and let his fingers trace in slow circles near the slits of the mini-skirt.

'I guess I'm supposed to be flattered?'

She closed her eyes at the sudden intimacy. It was difficult to tell which was worse ... leaving his touches to her imagination or actually watching. Her eyes opened quickly when he pulled her against him. Oh God. As much as she hated to admit it ... she could feel everything. Every breath, every muscle, every heartbeat and ... No! she couldn't think about it ... well she could but she wouldn't let herself. His caresses to her thigh made her knees weaken slightly, sending a wave of heat that didn't come from the crowd.

'I would say I'm sorry ... but then again I meant to.' Her voice came out soft, and she struggled to keep it just that.

"I figured just that." That she meant to do it. Otherwise, anyone would have apologized quickly once they realized they struck a sore point instead of pouring salt onto the wound. Well, now was -his- time. He would tease her, make her want him, and he would just take what he want and leave. Served the girl damn right. His hand slipped underneath her skirt enough to touch the edge of the black satin. "Come here often?"

Her back arched slightly at the movement. 'Yes ... Do you?' She was trying to keep her cool ... but now she even couldn't hold back the breathless whisper. It was anticipation that was making her so weak ... Damn him. Oh well, if he got to a place were she didn't want him she knew his weaknesses. He might have had control now but she could still get him.

Slightly she turned her head, violet eyes looking into his. It was almost a challenging glance, mixed with so many things she would never admit too. Though being that close came with a price. Her hand rose to lightly caress his cheek as she tilted her head giving him a kiss.

Him being a red-blooded male didn't leave him unaffected. He plundered her mouth for a kiss. He'd much rather be in some private place. More room, easier to find a bed don't you think? Sure he could buy a room upstairs made for the more 'special' people, but still. He'd have to go through all that. Oh well, thoughts rushed out of his mind when fingers slipped underneath that barrier of satin.

Heat hit her again. Oh dear God. She gasped helplessly into the kiss. She could feel his fingers within her, it was enough to make her forget everything that had happened. Already she had forgotten the people surrounding them. She wanted to turn around, to take him like he had just taken her. Her hand slipped from his face tracing down his chest to the waist of his pants. She had struggled with the button but afterwards it was just a matter of seeking. Genlty she let her fingertips caress his flesh before she wrapped them almost around. Opening her eyes she looked upon him as she let her fingertips massage.

Red blooded male or not, she was getting what she wanted and that wouldn't do. He pulled back and even started to rid her from his pants and tuck himself properly in. He grimaced looking down, but managed a small smirk. "Well, I think I can safely leave you right there." He could make himself fine in no time, but he figured for girls, it might be a little harder. You know, having no penis and all.

As much as she hated to admit it ... she wanted to cry. She wanted to hit him. Bastard. For a second her expression even held her thoughts. The sound of the music a moving people slowly worked its way back into her mind and she closed her eyes. Damn. She was going to have to go home and change if he was going to leave then. Wet panties was never nice. 'You know I was just about to apoligize for kicking you there too.' That was a horrible shot ... but she was still distracted.

She paused and looked at him noticing for the first time something important, her expression didn't show it but it sure brought her to stop for a second. She almost smiled.

"Almost? Well, that's not apologizing just the same." He leaned against the bar, hiding his front in the shadows. He just turned his head to look at Hawthorne. "Anyways, you didn't honestly think that would happen here?" He was teasing and putting the sentence in a way it could bet aken both ways. Like he never wanted it at all or just the setting.

She gave a soft laugh as he tried to hide it and sat at the bar stool. 'Ah ... still the fact that I was willing to must hold something.' Though ... at that moment she was willing to do anything. She pushed the thought out of her mind and put something that would distract her. Fluffy Penguins ... well at least it wasn't Sebastian. She shook her head without looking back to him. 'I figured you would have better taste ...' Looking quietly to the mirror across the bar she saw her reflection. Her cheeks remained slightly flushed from his intrusion. She couldn't control that even if she wanted to, if he said anything her excuse would be the temprature of the room.

Frowned a little at the laugh. "Better taste? Location or person? And hold what?" Three questions he shot off the bat, but hey, least he got them out in the open before his mind was getting distracted by something throbbing in his nether regions. Stupid, stupid interruption.

She quirked a brow. 'I guess you can take it either way ... I probably would have chosen a person who wasn't haunted by mummy dearest.' Oh dear. That was too far. Her eyes looked to him, she felt pity above the rest of the feeling she had for him. If he had any feeling for her other than what was in his pants it didn't show. Part of her wanted to go back to the way it was were she hated him ... he hated her ... the universe was happy. Fine. She watched him silently in wait. Remembering everything he had done to deserve the comment she had just stabbed him with. This was the right thing ... right?

Well, that killed anything in his pants. Sebastian looked down at the shine in the bar countertop, his own reflection staring up at him. Another shot to him. Another spike of anger. That anger turned to something he decided would be good. He couldn't hurt her since there was so many people, but he could do this. Those invisible hands went to work, trying to shred that corset off of her without any kind of mercy. Hawthorne would hopefully and eventually (soon) learn not to use that. Themore he got pressed to break the seams, the stronger his outlash would be.

Yeah ... that was a really bad idea. She gave a cry, her hands covering what was left to her chest. She would have hit him ... she wanted to. But the more he tore at her corset the less time she had. Moving quickly she moved from the bar stool and ran out the back door. She hated him.

There was no way in hell she was going to admit those were tears in her eyes. She pulled the wire frame of the corset from her and used her hands to cover up what he was so willing to show. Her eyes looked around the alley, for a place to hide and for something to help cover herself up.

He got up from that bar and casually followed the trial where that girl went. He was done with her. He would give her an ear full. Make sure he'd verbalize every part that she was not to do that to him. EVER. AGAIN. He took long, slow steps, slipping out into the alley.

"Nice to see you." His tone was cold, Alaskan cold. "I think I haven't made myself clear about what you said."

Her eyes watched him as she trembled against the bricks of the wall. It wasn't just she cold that made her quiver either. Her mind was so damn clouded at the moment she couldn't decide how she felt. She didn't bother to hold back a few tears either. He had gotten what he wanted, what hurt her most was she didn't even realize it. She felt so humiliated.

"You are to NEVER mention my mother. EVER. If you hold onto your life dearly, you'll make a note of it." He glared her down as if she was nothing better than dirt. His anger was far past any part of his brain to hold onto any kind of sense. "Do you understand?" He took steps so he was only a foot apart from Hawthorne's shivering body.

She closed her eyes listening to him, flinching slightly. When he had stopped she looked up at him, violet orbs filled with so much. She put a hand against the wall and pulled herself up from the place she sat so that she didn't have to look up to him like some giant. 'I do ...' she said softly, her voice so oddly calm considering how she felt. 'You have no clue how much I do ... but damn it. You act like your the only one whose ever had to go through such times. I have also ... but I don't let the damn memories get to me.' She trembled slightly, her violet eyes dark as she looked to him fearing his reaction. 'I do apoligize for what I said earlier ... even if you think it's too late now.'

Sebastian hissed, not sparing her. "Not everything is the same. Different actions. Different ages." He slammed his palms flat against the wall beside her, glaring her down. "I've spent years putting this behind me. You're ripping the seams. You expect me to be calm?"

She trembled slightly, keeping her gaze on his. 'If you ask me you haven't put it behind you at all ... it may be worse now ... but think about everything you ever did to me. Think about all the things you ever did to anyone. I chose to fight back and I did ... Don't think that because of your past it gives you justice to ruin people like me!' It was obvious she wasn't going to give up. 'If you ask me your a coward ... hiding behind a sick sadistic monster. I'm sure your mother would be proud.'

He sneered at her, his anger pressing that invisible force down onto her. "Who are -you- to judge me? And to your information, I have all I want to take 'justice'. You've said too far. You've used it repeatedly." He made a rough grab from under her skirt, rubbing a certain spot on the satin. "And you have room to speak? You hate me but then you want me?"

Hawthorne pulled away quickly and slapped him. 'I don't hate you! I don't see how I couldn't. But God damn it I couldn't admit that to you.' She shook her head slowly. 'And you couldn't admit it to me if you did could you?' She could feel the pressure against her and she shook her head again, refusing to say more. Her eyes watched his. There wasn't anymore fear, anger ... yes ... lots of it. He was so damn difficult.

During her mild little lecture, he lost her. "Admit what?" Hate her? Sure. Least in the heat of the moment. Who wouldn't after tearing him apartment til all his problems were ready to take over his life like before? Sebastian's ready to plaster a nice big blame label on her forehead.

Hawthorne nodded her head slightly. 'I knew you couldn't.' Her eyes narrowed slightly and she gave a soft laugh. 'Sebastian ... you hurt me and I was willing to do anything to get back at you. I had no fucking clue about your mother ... don't think that I meant to do this. You know totally rip your life apart. I'm not that heartless ... and back there at the bar ... I still didn't know what exactly that had done to you. Don't think that because I'm not human I can read your thoughts ... I did apoligize ... and I know that will never make up for years of therapy and pain. But ... don't stand here and threaten me when you know that you had some part in this.'

"I'll threaten you as much as I want." He growled out. "You're not sorry. I'm sure you're doing this as a ploy." He was happy with her. Nope. Not one bit. She's a woman too. Horribly sneaky little things. He glared at her some more for good measure. "I'm sure you're plotting how to tear every little thread out." He suspected it of her.

She sighed softly watching him and closed her eyes. 'Yes Sebastian ... its all a ploy ... I planned this from the very beginning purposely killing that man and his wife just so I could accidently run into you on the corner ... Oh yes ... so clever. Signing up for self-denfense classes just so one day I could run into you in the park ... so genius of me. And coming to my favorite club just so you could rip my corset to shreds! Why the hell didn't I think about it before.'

Her eyes were open now, staring back into his. She wasn't backing down ... she had no intention of it. 'I did apoligize to you ... for God sake I told you I didn't hate you ... and I want so badly to take your pain away.'

He frowned. The way she phrased it made him just seem so.. stupid. He backed off enough, throwing off his shirt and tossing it at her to cover up. He glared off tot he side. Never would he show this act of kindness. It wasn't him. It was someone else. "Why would -you- want to take it away? -You- caused it."

She wanted to smile and almost did. He was still angry though. Gently she pulled the shirt over her head and put her arms through the sleeves. It was sad just how tiny she felt when she looked down at it. 'Because,' Her words came out softly as she looked up at him. 'I didn't want to cause such pain ... my intentions were nothing even remotely close.' She took a few cautious steps towards him. 'Sebastian ... if theres anything I can do ...?'

"No." He gave her a look saying he clearly didn't believe her. Heck, he even went as far to cross his arms over his bare chest. It was more or less a foreboding gesture to keep her at bay. "I don't want your sympathy." He could live very well on his own without her screwing things up any further.

'Its too late you have it.' She crossed her arms over her chest as well, struggling to keep her eyes on his face. Damn muscles. Hawthorne gave a sigh. 'Fine ... then I'll take the blame and go on. At least I won't have to sit here trying to chip away at your anger. Did it ever occur to you that maybe I cared if I was actually taking my time to argue with you? To make you believe that maybe I'm not some monster and that I don't absolutely hate you.' It was a risk but she extended her hand slowly towards him and touched his cheek lightly. He was showing signs of softening but maybe he really did hate her. Slowly she took a step back, ready to part.

He just stared at her hand impassively. "I don't believe you." He started sounding more like a child when someone said that Santa wasn't real more than he actually didn't believe her. None the less though, he would use his anger as a shield to protect himself. "Chip away at my anger? Why would you do that?" His intense stare shifted from her hand to her eyes.

She closed her eyes fighting off a wave of anger. 'If you don't know why the hell I am trying this hard ... then you obviously don't get it.' Gently she rolled her shoulders in a shrug. 'And maybe you won't.' Hawthorne took a step back slowly letting her hand drop to her side. 'But I know you know Sebastian ... you just won't accept it.'

Gently she pulled a lock of hair behind her ear and shook her head looking up at his eyes. 'Maybe I shouldn't waste my time trying so hard to show you something you refuse to see.'