The music swelled across the dance floor, moving the performers in time to the beat. That\'s all they were, performers, showing off their wares to whoever cared to be browsing. Amongst them a young woman moved, ignoring everything around her; the men, the women, the scent of blood, hardly even hearing the sound of the music. As she danced she was in her own world and for hours at a time nothing could break through until she chose.
Her short black skirt flowed out around her body, lifting up slightly as she spun, giving those watching them a teasing glimpse of the soft skin underneath, and as did the low-cut black halter neck top she wore. Her eyes stayed half shut as she swayed and writhed to the tune in her head, but it was a dance that would fit to almost any kind of music that played. Her eyelids were covered with bright green eyeshadow, but not too much to make it overpowering, just enough to highlight the green in her eyes and bring a bit of colour to her outfit.
She held no drink, she found that if you wanted to drink it was better to either find someone to buy them for you, or get pissed before you left the house, which was what she had done tonight. A half litre of vodka sat by her make-up table at home, waiting for her next night out.
The flashing lights sped up, signalling a change in pace of the beat, and Roz moved her feet faster accordingly, her breath coming faster now as she danced like no one was watching, dancing only for herself.
Her eyelids flickered open about halfway through the song, bringing her back into this world, making her aware of what was going on, but she carried on dancing. A man, human by the look and feel of him approached her, starting to dance closer, and Roz, never one to pass up on a partner unless she was in her own head, silently agreed, moving her body closer to his until their bodies were touching as they danced. He was hot, too hot, and too grabby. It was too early in the night for that, she had only arrived a couple of hours ago and planned on dancing for a long while yet, and if she left with anyone she definitely wasn\'t planning on letting it be a human. Roz felt his hand grabbing at her ass and abruptly she spun around, but didn\'t move away far. Not yet anyway.
He didn\'t get the hint, and moved closer again, rubbing his crotch up against her body as she tried to dance and circling his arms around her from behind, his hands suddenly all over the place, touching her breasts and making a lame attempt to slid up her skirt.
Roz deftly spun out of his grip and landed a sharp stiletto heel onto his foot, leaving him wincing in pain, before moving quickly away and into the crowd, trying to blend in and get away from his attention. For Fuck\'s sake, all she wanted to do for now was dance. If anyone came up to her, maybe dancing nicely for a while first and then making an approach she would be happy to comply, ecstatic to in fact, but ugh, he was human, he stunk and had no idea about personal boundaries.
The browned haired girl, who was really more of a red-head at the moment because of the amount of streaks started dancing again, trying to get back into the flow of the music, but after a minutes slowed and finally stopped, working her way to the edge of the dance floor.
This was the worst bit, stopping dancing. Her head was spinning from lack of air amongst the crowds of people, and Roz did what was probably one of the least good ideas in that case. She slid onto a free stool at an empty table made for two and lit up a cigarette, inhaling gently. She remembered to take regular breaths in-between, and soon her breathing was back to normal, but her heart was still racing with excitement. After she\'d calmed down a little, and felt the annoyance drain out of her Roz planned to go back out there. Fuck, why did someone always have to try to ruin a perfectly good night? But she wasn\'t going to let that prat ruin her night. After a couple of good songs Roz was planning on having forgotten him completely.
Her eyes roamed over all the people in the room, the crowds of dancers, the couples in corners, whispering propositions to each other and then leading each other off, either to the rooms in the back or out the door, headed who knew where. She absent-mindedly blew a couple of smoke rings as she sat, entertaining herself and she mulled over whether to get a drink, but the prices in here were incredibly high, and the alcohol in her system was still making her feel a little light headed, so that probably wouldn\'t be the best idea.
After finishing the cigarette Roz stubbed it out in the ash tray then stood up and quickly headed back to the dance floor, immersing herself in the atmosphere completely, moving once more in the way that only she could. As she moved she ran her hand through her hair, lifting it up a little to cool down her back and shoulders, revealing the black dragon tattooed on the back of her neck and running down inbetween her shoulder blades. It was shown for just a few seconds before she dropped her hair again, letting her hands go back to moving with the music.