Wheee!

Andrian walked into The Blue Moon Night Club, he wasn't a fan of night clubs; it wasn't his stuff but nothing felt better then spending time alone with other people. The room was blue, by the color of the light, techno music rang through the atmosphere as people dance, happily to the music. He looked around for a bit, grinning happily as he took in everyone in the room. Everyone was so happy, enjoying their time either drinking or dancing. "One beer please," he told the bartender as he walked over to the bar. "Here you go, three bucks please," said the bartender handing his drink to him and turned away once he was paid the exact amount of money he needed. "Thank you," nodded Andrian picking his bottle up and walked over to a seat and sat down.

Jen was definitely over excited. The Club was a complete success and money was lining her pockets already. Although it was only extra gold going into her bank it couldn’t hurt anything and the graduates seemed to be having a brilliant time. She was glad that they could do something without the students getting involved. As much as she liked the kids, which wasn’t much, they did get in the way sometimes and it was nice to have the adults let loose and just have fun. Her policies on Death Eater-Order ignorance when it came to each other seemed to be working well. She even saw a few mingling together.

By that point though, she was nicely numbed by the alcohol. She hadn’t been mixing her drinks which was always a good thing. She’d stuck to the wine and was feeling elated. The band was playing ‘Do you love me’ by the Contours and there was a huge ‘Dirty Dancing’ theme going on. She wasn’t worried too much but she didn’t exactly want to be dragged out into the sweaty masses. The dance floor reeked of sweat and sex which was a slightly disturbing thought but bodies were moulding together like no tomorrow so differentiating one person from another was becoming difficult even in her slightly intoxicated state.

Someone who she didn’t expect in her club was a Potter. So it would technically be two Potters that she didn’t expect in her pub. She was glad that it was Andrian because he’d probably be up for a bit of fun. Dancing seemed to be off the menu tonight, though so Jen wandered over and sat down opposite him in one of the booths. Somehow during her travels she’d managed to pick up a ‘Taboo’. She’d trialled and tested all of the drinks and that particular cocktail was b-e-a-utiful. She looked at Andrian in interest and smiled a little. “Shouldn’t you be on the dance floor enjoying yourself?”

Andrian looked up from the daily prophet newspaper and saw a beautiful looking woman sitting in one of the booth opposite him. He smiled at her and laughed when he heard her ask shouldn't he be on the dance floor enjoying himself. "No one to dance with," he told her as he looked at the dance floor watching everyone dance happily together, he rose his eyebrows at the sight of sex and sweat that was going on at the dance floor; watching them made him felt slightly disturbed. Then took his gaze from the dnace floor and back to the girl as he watch her tested her cocktail with a weird little thing that measured the beverage. "Why ain't you dancing?"

Perhaps it was the florescent lights or maybe the excess alcohol that she had consumed over the years was finally affecting her mind but Jen couldn’t believe what her eyes were pretending to see. Was he really reading the Daily Prophet in her nightclub? Jen was sure it was some kind of breach of the rules but she hadn’t written them all yet. She decided to dispose of the newspaper when she’d get the chance and made a mental note to refine her rules some more. No tabloid newspapers or any journalistic pieces. That would probably go well. Then probably something like ‘No books’ would go in there to. She knew that they were all living in the real world and romantising things wouldn’t help but Jen wanted to believe that her nightclub would be a place for anyone, Death Eater or not, to come to. Newspapers would alienate it all. The safe bubble of alcohol and sex would be burst with one newspaper.

She put her glass down and leaned forward a little. “I’m sure someone as handsome as you would find someone immediately.” She smiled coyly and took the little wooden umbrella out of her cocktail. She looked out at the dance floor momentarily before flicking her gaze back to Andrian. “I’m keeping my options open.”

Andrian folded his paper of the daily prophet and started folding it until it was small enough to fit his pocket so that no one saw what he was reading. He notice the beautiful girl looking at the paper with her eyes like something she never seen before. Andrian smiled at her, warmly and picked up his drink of beer, taking a sip of his drink before talking again. He laughed in amusement. "No not really, I don't think i'm that handsome," he smiled at her and rose his eyebrows at her when she said she was keeping her option open while taking her eyes off the dance floor and back to him. "I see,". "Building up the suspension, huh?"

Jen began to wonder whether he owned a mirror but she wasn’t going to mention it. It was better not to. She knew that flattery would get her far but only so far. She’d just have to continue to stroke his ego and see where it took her. The power of the English language still baffled her and she wondered why she couldn’t be as seductive in other languages. She blamed it on the fact that it was her mother tongue although Italian came fairly close; then French. “Perhaps you just need convincing then.” She smiled and crossed her legs under the table. She picked up her glass and took a sip before putting it back down on the table. She licked her lips and savoured the sweet taste. “That’s right.” She laughed softly. “Perhaps I might get lucky though. Maybe someone would like to dance with me. However, it seems everyone but you and I has a partner.”

Andrian knew he was a fairly decent man, handsome in his own way and very bulked up for a normal man but he didn't want to be too boastful or humble about it. It ran through the Potter's gene, most of the boys were fairly handsome for most girls. Sometime he wander if the name 'Potter' on the end of their name were the only reason why many people were attracted to them, for but then he knew that it didn't work that way. "Really?". "Convincing? Me? - Nah" he repeated raising his eyebrows at her, smirking at her. Andrian watch as she took another sip of her drink and licked her lips, in a way that was almost seductive. He shifted a bit and chuckled when she said that she was just building suspension. "Well, maybe someone Would want to dance with you," he said capatalizing his third word and repeating her words to give her enough hint to indicate to her he would want to dance with her.

Jen kept her eyes on him. Her chocolate brown orbs were alive with what appeared to be lust and anticipation. That was the only way someone was able to tell what she was thinking and feeling although you had to look careful. You had to know what you specifically wanted and you'd have to look quite hard to find what you wanted in those dark eyes. Jen leaned forward a little more and put her arms on the table. Her chest was resting on top of her forearms, giving him a view of her breasts that she wouldn’t necessarily give others. She’d slap anyone that was trying to look but for some reason she was subtly putting herself on sale for him. A little bit like the Prostitutes in the windows in Amsterdam. But she hoped he wasn’t just window shopping. No, Jen hoped he was looking to buy. “Perhaps.” She said silkily. “But I’m not sure. Who would want to dance with me?” she bit her plump, red bottom lip and twisted one of her chocolate curls around her index finger. She didn’t know what was making her act the way she was but she knew she hadn’t flirted the way she was in years.

Andrian notice her movement, the way she brought herself closer and closer to him, giving he a good view of her breast. He laughed nervously and trying his hardest to not look at her breast but couldn't help but take one peak. "Well." he said, flashing his cute, devilish grin on his face. "Perharp someone talking to you right now, in this very room wants to dance with you," he smirked and leaned closer to her, he could smell her intoxicating; promegranates scent through his nose drawing him closer to her. He never had this much fun since his years at Hogwart being a trouble maker and being reckless. Andrian didn't want to go back there, hurting people but something about this was different.

The space between them was shortening and Jen was aware of the fact. Her eyes were definitely alight with desire by this point and she knew exactly what she wanted. She released her curl but continued to bit her lip a little, pretending to over think. She released her lip and picked up her glass. She drank some of the pink liquid and put it down once more, knowing that her lips were moist and would taste exactly like the sweet cocktail. She ran her tongue slowly across her top lip, taking with her a little bit of the sweet taste and pretended to look nonchalant as she moved forward a little more, shorting the space between them even more. She batted her smoky eyelids a few times. But it was far more subtle than she had managed in the past. The art of batting eyelids was something completely lost on her but she seemed to have managed it. “Well, would that someone talking to me right now, in this very room, like to lead me to the dance floor?” she purred, watching him intently.