Dancing;;Having Fun;;Night Life [res. Diana]

[Remy Marland;]

She moved onto the dance floor. Her hair swinging. Her eyes shining. The lights of the club spinning and bouncing from one place to another. The light hitting her eyes just right as she moved. The boy across the room wouldnt stop staring. That... or he couldnt stop staring. She turned away from him, she was here for other reasons... Although.. that could be a good one as well. She smiled and shook her head, she was only here to make friends, meet new people not here for a one night stand. She was here to meet people she could go to the clubs with, someone new. Someone who didnt know her. Someone different, like herself.

She was 17 and yet the bouncer let her in.. Odd, how some girls underaged can get in without IDs, and others have to run around just to find a perfect fake one.

She smiled and moved with the music, that was two things she loved, Music and Dancing. She shook her head forcing her hair out of her face. Her eyes closed the music carrying her body with the same rythum. She loved it. Her body swayed as the music slowed. Someone grabbed her. Her eyes grew wide and she turned, that boy.. He had her hand. She smiled but shook her head. Then she turned away from him towards the door. He called to her. "wait!" she ignored him, her hand pushing the door open. She sighed and the brisk air outside hit her. She looked around seeing the people moving around like ants. Moving every which way. She paused. The door behind her opened. 'damn'

[Diana Levitsky]

“Hit me with a double, Phil,” Diana mumbled in her thick Russian accent, knowing the familiar bartender would hear her through the music. Over the years the Talbert club had become her home away from home. By now she knew all of the bartenders and bouncers by first name and last. Phil was and forever would be her favorite. She always made a point to stop by on the nights that he worked the late shift. He could probably even make an old, grabby goat smile. Phil was far from her usual mysterious, bad boy type, but she figured that that was probably why she was able to talk without the urge of taking her clothes off. Phil was a rather chubby man in his late thirties. He wasn’t the prettiest thing to look at, but he was an amazing conversationalist.

“Another bad day, huh?” He questioned as he poured a double shot of whiskey for her. She shrugged her shoulders, trying to divert his eyes. “Nothing a hit of whiskey can’t cure,” she said through a fake smile before picking up the tiny glass and washing its contents down her throat. The copper liquid burned her tongue as only a strong drink could. Diana loved to drink, but she hated being drunk. Because of this it was easy for her to dismiss Phil’s offer for an additional drink, and make her way to the exit. One sip of hard liquor was all she needed.

Diana opened the door quickly, and staggered out. The night air was cool, and raised small goose bumps on her pale skin. As she turned to the walk away, she noticed a girl about her age standing near. Surprisingly the girl was alone, and Diana took the liberty of walking up to her. Her curiosity had always been a stronger will than her common sense. “Are you waiting for someone out here?” she inquired politely.

[Remy Marland;]

She stood there watching the cars pass her by, she sighed hoping whoever walked out the door wasnt that boy. She shook her head shaking the thought. She smiled her fake smile and stood there knowing the boucer was watching her. She looked over her shoulder seeing him, staring, at her, then to another girl.

She heard the footsteps. her eyes grew wide then changed to normal once again. She smiled, the footsteps were too light to be a man's. She felt eyes on her as she just stood there watching everything move. She grinned. She knew the humans were wondering why she was standing there and alone. She loved it. She loved it when she made them wonder. She could do so much to make them wonder about, and it mean something completely different. She could turn and smile her fake smile at some 30 year old and have him think she wanted him. She laughed to herself and listened as the small footsteps got closer to her, the girl was coming to her.

She turned as she heard the voice. She smiled and shook her head. She looked at the girl's face and smiled.. an actual smile. "Actually, No, I'm just standing here. Watching their world fly by." She said as she caught herself then instantly found a reason for saying their world instead of this or our or even the She hoping the girl understood what she meant... or what a human may think she meant. She held out her hand. "I'm Remy." she said leaving her hand in the air waiting for the return hand.

[Diana Levitsky]

Diana was relieved when the girl turned, smiling at her. She smiled back warmly. As she replied, an uncomfortable prickle traveled down her spine at the girl’s choice of words; their world. Diana wondered if she was referring to the small group of people around us as them, or as humans as a whole. She looked more deeply into the girl’s face, trying to remember if she had seen her around Caldwell before. It was typical for students to come to Talbert, but the hard question was if this girl was one of them.

It wasn’t that Diana didn’t like humans, it was just easier to keep away from them than avoid their questions. Diana hadn’t yet mastered the art of acting human. She had grown up in a very reclusive tiger pard, and had never even met an outsider until she came to the academy. It was always easier to talk with human men than it was women. Her looks usually distracted the men form actually making use of their brains. That aided her in her attempt to act human.

But here she was, conversing with a probable human girl who Diana was now able to identify as Remy. She tried to remember to watch what she said. Remy looked particularly observant. When Remy held out her hand, Diana hesitantly shook it. “I’m Diana,” she answered, knowing that as much as she wanted to, hiding her thick Russian accent would be impossible. Some things just couldn’t go away as much as she wanted them to. "What brings you out tonight?"

[Remy Marland;]

She stood there watching as the girl stood infront of her as if studying her. She smiled. not acting human.... she thought as she grinned. She stood there listening to the cars pass, as she thought, had she seen this girl before? in school? She smiled innocently and looked into the girl's eyes, her eyes narrowed and she smiled. "have i seen you in school? Caldwell?" she whispered her question.

Remy had lived around humans and grew up around them. She knew how to act human, but she hated that she couldn't show them her wolf. She loved her wolf form. She could always act human when it was needed, but she would rather be herself than lie to the mere beings. She smiled and looked at the girl. She didn't seem human. She hoped she had seen this girl at the school.

She sighed looking past the girl and at the bouncer who was still staring at the two girls. She shook her head and felt the girl's hand in her's, she shook. "Nice to meet you Diana," she said softly her accent unmistakable. "I was out to meet new people, from my school. I had hoped some would be there and be able to spot me. None did." she sighed. "How about you? What brought you out here?" she asked.

ooc; sucked sorry.