¤Time To Enjoy Life¤(EZ)

[Ayame Usagi Mai]

Now, Ayame was certainly not much of a clubber or a drinker, and she certainly did not like drugs. Ayame was what you'd call, a "goody goody." She hardly ever did anything out of the ordinary, or anything that would cause shame. Her eyes traveled to her stomach, and she sighed in remembrance. Ayame had indeed gotten pregnant before, but that was all just a huge accident. A very huge, huge, HUGE accident. She hadn't wanted the kid, but when she had it, she didn't want to give it up, either. However, the little thing was given up for adoption, and Aya was left alone again with her rabbit, Floppy. She still remembered the day when she'd gotten that little bunny. He was absolutely adorable, and was her favourite and most loved possession.

Aya's green eyes looked around the club, her nose wrinkling in disgust. Why had she come here again? She still couldn't decide why she had just randomly gotten the urge to just waltz into a club. She certainly didn't belong there. She was too kind, too sweet, too sugary to be at a club with drunk men. She was naive and would believe anything anyone told her. But, that's just the way she was. And she honestly didn't mind being hurt. She more or less expected to get hurt in the end. It was just something that always happened. As she reached the bar, the woman standing behind it looked her over. Ayame was wearing a tight black t-shirt, a pair of tight blue jeans, and some black boots that covered her feet. "What will it be?" the woman asked with a wide smile. Ayame smiled a small, shy smile and replied,
"Just a beer, please,"
she said. Her gaze drifted over the bar as she waited for someone the bar as she waited for someone to approach her.

[Eric Zaphron]

Eric was drunker then drunk... no not really, but he was getting pretty close to it. It was just a matter now of about... three more shots before he'd be laughing at everything and falling over for no apparent reason. He was almost in that perfect state of mind where he was god. Well, at least it was where he thought he was god. The people around him probably just thought he was an idiot which would be more true. But it only mattered what he though, right? Right.

He was dressed in a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt and a pair of Nike sneakers. Not really dressed up for the occasion, but who really dressed up to go to the club... well, chicks normally did when they were looking for something. Eric was always looking for something, but he normally got it no matter how he dressed. And again, that was the god-syndrom talking.

When the gurrent song he was dancing to (with some chick he'd never seen or met before) ended, he split off and made his way to the bar. The next song began to play, so he started bobbing his head to the beat as he ordered himself a Jack and Coke. He looked around the bar, noted a girl there and she appeared to be alone. Eric moved towards her, and signaled to the bar tender he was moving in that direction before informing the woman he was paying for the girls drink as well.

"Nani iro-no shitagi-o tsuketeru-no?" Okay, so even for being in Japanese, that probably sounded like the stupidest thing ever. But he was pretty much drunk, and hoped his charming looks and smooth Japanese might charm her just right. That was... if she didn't know Japanese, cause if she new it, she'd probably smack him, but it was hard to say if he'd feel much or care. He was god after all.

(ooc: Nani iro-no shitagi-o tsuketeru-no? = "what colour is your underwear" XD
and EZ's personality is surprising me O.o)

[Ayame Usagi Mai]

A sigh parted her pale pink lips. She wore no makeup, hardly ever did, and her hair was pretty much a mess, as usual. And yet, she still looked beautiful with her young looks. At being only 19, of course she'd look, act, and feel young. God, the music was ringing in her ears, and she wanted so badly to dance. But, she wasn't about to go out and just dance her heart away and look like a complete and total fool. Psh, that wasn't her. She hated being in the spotlight. She was a quiet, laid-back, sweet, silent person. She turned around just as her beer was brought to her. When she started to dig in her pocket for cash, the woman shook her head and smiled, pointing to some random guy "He paid" she said, and then walked off to the next customer. Ayame's teeth gritted together. Why was he paying for her? Did she even know him? Who the hell was this guy, and who the hell did he think he was?

She shook her hair from her eyes and walked up to him, about to explode in his face, before he said, "Nani iro-no shitagi-o tsuketeru-no?" She knew the meaning of those words, but her brain couldn't process what he'd just asked. Was he drunk?! Her nose wrinkled as she smelled alcohol on his breath. Yep, he was certainly drunk. God, this man had some problems. Aya sighed and replied with,
"That's none of your business. And why did you pay for my drink? I'm perfectly capable of doing that myself, you know,"
her words had a bit of ice to them, but, of course, were still soft and almost inaudible over the sound of the music playing in the background.

[Eric Zaphron]

The girl looked slightly pissed when she approached him, and he couldn't quite figure out why. Well... maybe it was the pick up line. After all, she had said 'that's none of your business' that meant she knew what he said, right? Maybe... to his mud addled brain he couldn't be completely sure. Maybe she meant something else all toghter. Eric picked up his drink and took a drink, thinking about how to take on the part about being yelled at for paying for her drink. Most girls would be all happy and sweet and if they were smart knew how to work a drunk guy out of money in a matter of minutes.

"Can't a... person... pay for a pretty little things drink without getting the third degree 'bout it?" he asked her. He didn't think he'd ever been yelled at before, so it was kind of a shocking and new experience for him, if not unnerving. He frowned, maybe he wouldn't get to learn the colour of her underwear after all. He raised his glass to his lips again, taking another, rather large, gulp, before looking her up and down again. "You can either give me the money or take the free drink... or dance with me... or..." he stopped there, knowing it was best not to go any further lest this round he really would get slapped. He was stupid as a drunk, but not always, just sometimes. Besides, he would rather just get he dance, she appeared to be one of them shy girls that secretly hope to get hit on, even though they come off as extremely cold and mean. They really weren't all that cold and mean at all, they just wanted some attention... and possibly more.

[Ayame Usagi Mai]

Pissed? Of course she was pissed. He 1) payed for her drink, and 2) asked her a seriously personal question. Ugh. Men. They were so annoying. This was why Aya preferred women. They were prettier, gentler, and were a hell of a lot more thoughtful than this bastard. But, she couldn't lie, she was physically attracted to him. He was... handsome. Okay, he was fucking smokin' hot. He was hotter than hell. And, oh god, his lips made her want to press her own lips against his. The looked so soft, and she could feel the anger leaving her body, being replaced with dreaminess. When she felt it, she shook her head and quickly moved her eyes away from his lips, to his eyes.

Mistake, much? His dark eyes almost immediately circled around her. God, she was so weak to men. Why did she have to be like that? Why couldn't she be more strong, like other girls. She hated giving in to temptations. She shook her head and closed her eyes, looking away as he spoke. She snorted a laugh at his question,
"No, a person can't pay for my drink. I'm capable of doing that myself,"
her vocals hissed.

She kept her eyes away from his face, and instead looked to the ground. She couldn't look at his face without going into a trance, and that annoyed the fuck out of her. Why was she always lost in dreamworld, anyways? Why did she always daydream about those really hot guys she meets? She couldn't really understand it herself, but maybe it was because she was too afraid to actually do anything. Especially after what happened with her first. The baby's face would forever be in her mind. She hated the baby's father. He left her alone, which completely broke her. And so now, she remains broken and lost, not quite sure what she is searching for, but not really finding anything, either.

She was snapped from her thoughts when he spoke again. This time, he asked for a list of a things. Dancing was the one that caught her attention the most. Her eyes went up to his,
"You want to dance with me?"
it was stupid to ask, she knew. The man was drunk. He'd want to dance with any chick he could.

[Eric Zaphron]

”No, a person can’t pay for my drink. I’m capable of doing that myself.”

Eric didn’t miss the fact that she wasn’t looking at him anymore, and looked even more pissed off if that were possible, which he was pretty sure it was... but he was too drunk to really care. ”Ahh, you’re one of them independent people that won’t let anyone do anything for them. Wonder who made you that way...” He really didn’t care, but there was always someone behind independent people. So, it was more of a rhetorical question over anything else.

When she looked up at him again, he hesitated. Maybe he really shouldn’t be hitting on a pretty girl like her? Or maybe she only looked prettier then she really was because he was drunk? He doubted that though, even when drunk he had never woke up in the morning beside an ugly person. He still had good taste while drunk, course, he was god. ”Why wouldn’t I want to dance with you? Or is it that you don’t want to dance with me?” Another drink from his glass. ”Or is there something wrong with me that you don’t want to dance with me?”

Or maybe she didn’t dance? Though why would someone come to a club that couldn’t dance. His brown gaze fell to those on the dance floor. Okay, so almost everyone there couldn’t actually dance, they were all just too drunk to really know any better. ”Dance with me and I promise to never buy you another drink unless you ask it of me,” he told her, holding up his hand in the ‘scouts honour’ fashion, which he knew was wrong seeing as he couldn’t even make it right sober. Besides, he just wanted to dance, and he couldn’t just leave her there alone at the bar. Someone worse than him might try and take their chances and get their balls chopped off worse than he had.

[Ayame Usagi Mai]

And now she was being judged. God, that really ticked her off. She glared at him, not wanting anything to do with him anymore. She wished he'd just leave her alone. She honestly couldn't see why he wanted to dance with her, out of the other, what, hundreds of sexy girls at the bar? Why choose the one that obviously has no clue what she's doing? Why her? No, more importantly, why the hell was she hesitating, and not going and dancing with him? She hardly got the chance to ever dance with anyone, because she hardly ever went to a bar or a club. And she usually turned everyone down, because she just didn't like to dance.

She could dance. Lord, could she dance. She just... Didn't like to dance. It made her feel like she was in the spotlight, which was something she absolutely despised. But right here, she was hesitating both yes and no. Yes: because he was, well, hot. No: because she didn't want to be in the spotlight. She weighed her options in her head. No spotlight, dancing with really hot guy... No spotlight sounded better. She opened her mouth to speak, but he spoke first, asking her why he wouldn't want to dance with her, among other questions.

Aya shrugged slightly. Why would he want to dance with her? What on earth was so good about her? Sighing slightly, Ayame replied to him, in a much smoother voice, with,
"Okay. I'll dance with you. But after you dance, promise me that you'll leave me alone?"
her green eyes looked into his mysterious dark ones. And, once again, she was trapped. Why was he so damn hot? Why couldn't he be uglier, so it would be easier to turn him down? Damn him. Damn him, damn him, damn him! She cursed herself for falling for a man's looks, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

[Eric Zaphron]

She seemed hesitant about the whole dances thing, and frankly Eric was getting bored with the whole ordeal. That was until she finally agreed to actually dance with him... sort of anyway. ”Deal. I will never bother you again, so long as I am drunk and at this club.” That still left open opportunity for when he was sober and less... arrogant. He downed the last of his coke before setting the glass on the counter. He took the beer from her hands and set it on the counter too. It wouldn’t be there when she finally got back, but then she could buy her own and say that she just got a free one, or half of a free one. Whichever.

Eric then took her hand above the wrist, whether she was willing or not, and pulled her up toward the dance floor. He was probably going to look like an idiot dancing this round, because he was a horrible dancer drunk. He wasn’t necessarily the best sober, but was even worse drunk. Oh well, he finally got someone else to dance with besides chicks just grinding against him hoping to get something afterward. Yes, he’d admit by the end of the night, he’d probably end up going home with one or taking her home, but that was a whole other matter. The point was he had managed to get someone that would probably otherwise spend the entire night sitting at the bar like a bump on a log. He was good.

He managed to get her through the crowd to about the middle of the dance floor, that way she couldn’t get away from him that easy. Just as he reached that point, the DJ began to play a good fast paced song with plenty of bass and beat to it.

[Ayame Usagi Mai]

Aya struggled a bit as she was pulled to the center. Dammit. She was planning on running off while he was turned around or something. Looks like that's not gonna happen. Her eyes looked around, as people grinded against one another. Ayame wrinkled her nose in disgust. This man really did that kind of stuff? Her eyes looked to his face. Yeah, she could believe it. He looked like the type who'd screw a girl, and then never talk to her again. Ayame didn't want to be one of his stupid girl toys. She stood in the middle of the dancefloor, arms folded across her chest, eyes glaring at him,
"I'm not going to have sex with you,"
she told him clearly.

She certainly was not planning on even meeting someone she happened to have a physical attraction to, either. And she definitely couldn't lie to herself. She really wanted to feel what all his other toys have felt. She wanted to feel him inside her, to feel their bodies, hot and sweaty, touching one another. Aya shook the thoughts away. What the hell was she thinking?! She didn't want that! Nor would she ever want that! There wasn't a damned thing in the world that could make her want to get into bed with this man! God, lying was such hard work. She was not used to lying, especially to herself. She always told the truth, never once lied.

After a minute of her standing still, the beat of the music ran all throughout her body, and she could no longer ignore it. Aya moved to the beat, carefully moving her body the way it should to each sound. No, she wasn't the "best" dancer, but she was damn close. She honestly didn't know why she was good at dancing. Her parents sucked major ass, and no one in her family had ever been any sort of a dancer. She supposed she was just... lucky. Or rather, unlucky, to herself. She did not like to dance. She hated it. Hated it with a passion. And yet she'd agreed to dance with this man, because of his looks and perfect charm. Damn him.