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[int4glio]

[She goes out most nights, can't abide boredom in the slightest and she doesn't see why she should have to when there's always a club or a bar or a party or a fight to go to. She doesn't drink, doesn't like any kind of inebriation whatsoever, she preferred her mind at its highest capacity, but she knows there are plenty of others willing to overindulge in her stead, and she'll be waiting to catch their slack mouths in a kiss on a dance floor, or to punch their noses bloody if they're stupid enough to start a fight.]

[ituncleared]

[He's washing down another shot, smacking the glass down against the counter with a grimace and a hiss. Its immediate effects brush off and he smiles at the bartender when their eyes meet, nodding quickly with a show of his hand and deep exhale to say he's had enough, before anyone starts preparing him another drink.

He turns around and leans against the counter to watch the people dancing away their energy and good sense. Lewis looks like he's in a good mood, both relaxed and restless. Excited.]

[int4glio]

[What an unpleasant creature. It draws her attention, yes it does. She's a rather unpleasant creature herself, but she hides it better. She has her pretty face and good, upper class breeding. The latter she only uses when it suits her, the rest of the time...

She has her hands halfway down the band of a drunken girl's tights, but she'll stare right at him, curious to know if he'll notice, how he'll react. She could always use more company.]

[ituncleared]

[He notices them, alright. The eye contact makes him break it and pass his attention on to other dancers until he finds someone that might want to take him away from here later on. His eyes eventually return to the girls out of curiosity, though -- when you can't help it, you just can't help it.]

[int4glio]

[Her smile twists dark when he looks away, darker when his gaze returns. There's nothing wrong with a little curiosity. In fact, his curiosity is more interesting than this limp party girl slumped against her.

Zinc hefts the girl up, dumping her carelessly on someone else before she works her way out of the throng of bodies to come say hello. She's been here since sunset, and her clothes are stuck to her skin with the humidity of the dance floor.]

[ituncleared]

[He shifts and straightens up, relaxing his weight back on the counter with a quirked eyebrow. It may not be the most attractive way to present oneself, but the woman's appearance radiates energy and he's compelled by that. The feeling seems to be mutual, with or without the deviance present in her smile.]

Didn't mean to interrupt you.

[int4glio]

Starving college girls fed on booze and ecstasy aren't much to be interrupted from.

[She crosses her legs at the knee, foot jiggling in the air. She's not, precisely, a fashionable young woman, her clothes are rather muted in comparison to the creature around her, but she has an unshakeable confidence: those clothes are lucky to be carried by her, and not the other way around.]

[ituncleared]

[He certainly can't disagree, tipping his chin to acknowledge her answer. Women usually comment on his precious little blue eyes and warm smile when (or if) they remember him--maybe there's even sheepishness in the adjectives they use, intentional at times, but confidence is usually more contagious to him than intimidating. His tone is a bit dry, showing humor, eyes scanning her appreciatively and discreetly enough from head to toe. There's no point hiding his interest, even if she looks considerably younger and had her arms wrapped around a girl only moments ago. He turns around and crosses his arms over the bar.]

I assume that's not what you were looking for, then.

[int4glio]

It would do.

[She doesn't care much about looks. She is in love, arguably, with a rather unattractive Frenchman, her interest stirred more by his art and his unpleasant personality than by his face. That much intense obsession is awarded to no one else.]

A mouth is a mouth.

[ituncleared]

Depends on who's using it.

[Their exchange of words is a little game, but he doesn't think he's clever. That's not what he's looking for, his finger brushing his lips absentmindedly after the reply, more focused on how she moves and the way she speaks than on himself.]

Can I buy you a drink?

[She looks like she use some kind of refreshment.]

[int4glio]

[She finds most people can give her what she wants, she's not very picky. She's most interested in their skin, having them under her hands and in her thrall. It's entertainment, a game.]

Water.

[which is a better answer than 'no.']

[ituncleared]

[He arches his eyebrows quickly and goes along with it. If that's what she wants, he'll make it so. It takes the bartender a while to pay him any mind and he makes a face when he hears the order. After a couple of negatives to other suggestions, a glass is unenthusiastically placed on the counter.

Lewis is resting his side against it, now, facing Zinc as he places a cigarette between his lips. He glances at the drink and offers his hand.]

I'm Lou.

[int4glio]

[It makes her smile when people do what she wants. Even better when they don't try to complain about it, and she accepts his hand with that smile on her face. It makes her look young, childish in her enthusiasm, dark eyes catching the light.]

I'm Zinc, Lou.

[Not her real name, she was born Carla, but everyone in the gangs had a fake pickup. She is still determined to weasel Barbet's real name out of him, one day.]

Are you here for the drinks, or the college girls?

[ituncleared]

[It's far from the first exotic name he's heard in his life. Zinc has a nice ring to it, though, sharp and quick. He likes it.

He smiles when they shake hands, picking the unlit cigarette from his mouth again. He's still considering giving it some use.]

Both, really. Nobody wants to be alone and sober on a Wednesday night.

[He fishes out his cigarette pack to offer her one and take out his lighter. She seems perfectly sober, so that leaves the former.] 'You alone here?

[int4glio]

[She doesn't really smoke either, her vices are sex, sugar, lying, video games, but she decides to take one, it amuses her that he offers and she uses it as she motions to the room around them.]

All the company I could want.

[And she didn't want it. She came for the sex, and when that was done, she wasn't interested anymore. People were too stupid to be fun for long, and why would she waste her time with them when she could be working, or watching Barbet sketch.]

[ituncleared]

[That's what he's looking for every time he visits one of these clubs, when he doesn't find girls that are too drunk or too complicated to satisfy the pursuit. Sex preluded my a remotely entertaining conversation -- the latter being completely optional. He usually prefers to wait for the girl to invite him to follow her -- he avoids taking them somewhere familiar at all costs whenever possible. There's also a part of him that likes to give them some control over him during these little games