Floor show - In the violet hour to the violent sound
Sophie moved her hips slowly pulsating to the dark rhythms. One of her favourite songs her body automatically moved with the beat and she felt herself buzzing with excited energy. Dancing always made her feel more alive. She loved to feel the blood pulsing through her veins, muscles flexing as she twisted and turned across the wooden floor. Her heart raced as the beat increased, swirling to the gothic melody as the deep moody vocals flooded her ears.
She carefully kept her eyes adverted from the faces around her focusing on the large Munch painting which proudly adorned the wall. This dark impression of consoling lovers was an intriguing choice. A realistic looking scene so unlike the usual vibrant expression of isolation and fear which was usually found in these cheap dives.
As the last guitar notes strained she glanced around re-orientating herself. Noticing a photographer she was acquainted with she headed towards the bar.
“Sofe, how’s tricks babe.”
“Adequate.” She gestured towards the bartender ordering a JDs on the rocks. Taking in Steve’s slashed T-shirt and leathers a smile played on her lips “Been playing with too many knives lately?”
“Just the usual birds. You know how I love the feisty ones.” His gaze travelled quickly over her body as he flashed what he hoped was a charming grin, gesturing towards the stool beside him, “Saw your picture on the Flesh Theatre poster, are you their latest temptation?”
Ignoring the stool she turned to face him, “I’m working there, you should come by sometime, they like a bit of fresh blood occasionally.” She took out a flyer and scribbled one free drink - Sophie on the back. “Now that should tempt you.“ she laughed tossing the flyer onto the bar as she turned and walked away back towards the crowd on the dance floor.
There were other more desirable recruits that she needed to approach.
OCC: Open to anyone who drinks, dances or just likes lurking
She carefully kept her eyes adverted from the faces around her focusing on the large Munch painting which proudly adorned the wall. This dark impression of consoling lovers was an intriguing choice. A realistic looking scene so unlike the usual vibrant expression of isolation and fear which was usually found in these cheap dives.
As the last guitar notes strained she glanced around re-orientating herself. Noticing a photographer she was acquainted with she headed towards the bar.
“Sofe, how’s tricks babe.”
“Adequate.” She gestured towards the bartender ordering a JDs on the rocks. Taking in Steve’s slashed T-shirt and leathers a smile played on her lips “Been playing with too many knives lately?”
“Just the usual birds. You know how I love the feisty ones.” His gaze travelled quickly over her body as he flashed what he hoped was a charming grin, gesturing towards the stool beside him, “Saw your picture on the Flesh Theatre poster, are you their latest temptation?”
Ignoring the stool she turned to face him, “I’m working there, you should come by sometime, they like a bit of fresh blood occasionally.” She took out a flyer and scribbled one free drink - Sophie on the back. “Now that should tempt you.“ she laughed tossing the flyer onto the bar as she turned and walked away back towards the crowd on the dance floor.
There were other more desirable recruits that she needed to approach.
OCC: Open to anyone who drinks, dances or just likes lurking