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She looked unique in an exotic way and I envied her for it.

However, my muttering of curses was not due to the fact that the club was hypnotizing. By all means it was, but the name 'Thirst', was quickly becoming not.

There were paranormals everywhere. Werewolves, vampires, I even saw a few people that I was sure were fae. "Damn. Damn, damn, damn, this is not good." I kept repeating to myself. Cathia on the other hand was literally bouncing up and down with excitement. The dark lighting was spooky and the flashing lights entrancing. I almost wanted to jump up and down myself.

Almost. The bloodthirsty gazes from a few of the male vampires present in the room quickly put a

damper on that.

We made our way towards the back where the bar was, weaving through gyrating bodies and avoiding the leering gazes from undesirable dance partners, which, for me, was everyone. Cathia eventually acquiesced to one of her offers, strutting away with a blonde-haired guy wearing richly styled clothing. I was pretty sure he was human, so I let it slide. How the hell had I gotten caught up with another paranormal extravangza? The last I had was... well...

I'll get back to you on that later.

I sat at the bar for a while, not letting Cathia out of my sight while taking advantage of the lack of carding going on here. It wasn't every day a nineteen year old got to go to a club and actually drink these days. I still wasn't very much in the mood for dancing, and only a few guys had the nerve to come up to me and asked me to dance.

After a while I noticed another presence at my side, and tried my best to ignore them.

"Rough day?" they asked, making me jump. I turned in my seat to look at him and my drink almost went crashing to the floor. He was mesmerizing. He had eyes that were so dark blue they were almost black, and hair the color of ash. His skin was well-tanned, though with the odd lighting I couldn't be sure. He smiled at me and it was all I could do not to drool. "Or are you just not very good at dancing?" he finished lightly.

Instead of horrifically embarrassing myself, I plastered on my best 'I'm not interested' face. "I guess it's a combination of both, you could say." I replied indignantly.

Instead of looking surprised as I'd expected, he chuckled. "I'd offer myself, but I doubt I'd be a suitable partner. As you've probably been able to see, I'm about as awful as you presume yourself to be."

I raised an eyebrow at that, the cocky tone to his voice picking at my nerves. "Oh I highly doubt that." I replied bitingly.

"What on earth do you mean?" he scoffed, a grin slipping onto his face as he pretended to be offended by my comment. He shifted so that he was closer to me and I tensed.

I turned to face him fully. "Well, on the one hand you seem to be very self-assured. Self-assured people don't tend to worry about how ridiculous they look doing anything, let alone dancing in a club full of people who only care about how far down you go on someone before you stop. On the other hand, I saw you dancing while staring at me a few moments ago with some tall red-headed girl who kept glaring at me. While I can't call you a proficient, I can most assuredly put your doubts to rest about your dancing skills." He didn't interrupt me once during my monologue, and I had to admit I was surprised. If he was half as snobby as I had just accused him of being, he would have tried to get a word in at some point.

But again he simply nodded. "I thank you for your mitigation of my self-supposed gracelessness. I'll be sure to be much more self-assured from now on."

I couldn't help but laugh at that, giving him another look. He seemed amiable, even if a little too officious.

"Are you always such a flirt, or is does it just come naturally to you?" I asked him casually turning back to the dancing crowd.

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