Snippet #1393299

OOC: No Hayden and Eve this time. Feel free to talk to either of them if you’d like… :D


IC: "Let me join you then and see how satisfied I would be, Sir."

Vincent smiled down at the beautiful woman as she took his extended hand in her own. She was stunning, olive green eyes that seemed so tranquil, but Vincent hoped there was a spark somewhere inside her. The alcohol that was burning through his veins was making him crave flesh to flesh contact and a quick romp would help calm his nerves. However, something in the way the woman moved seemed to show that she wasn’t the type to do something like that. Ohh well, a dance or two and he’d find someone else.

A deep chuckle escaped his mouth as he lead her onto the dance floor, “I never disappoint.” He said softly, the sexual innuendo hanging in the air between them as he pulled her into his strong arms and into the throng of dancing bodies.

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Zooey watched curiously as the man straightened his posture, placing an empty glass on the counter at the bar. His movements were more fluid than she had imagined would be possible. His dark clothing and raven black hair stood out in stark contrast to the brightness of the ball around them, looking truly dashing as he made his way towards herself and Ciara.

He stopped just in front of Zooey, ink black eyes locked with her own shockingly blue eyes, and smiled. There was something in the smile that caught her off guard. Zooey had always prided herself on being able to read people, but this young man managed to present himself in a very interesting way while still hiding the innermost part of him. His smile coaxed her lips into forming one in response, though hers was more sweet and open. Zooey never hid who she was from people.

“Care for a dance?” He offered, holding out his hand.

Zooey kept her focus on the young man’s face for a few seconds longer, considering whether or not to accept the offer. She didn’t want to do anything to embarrass her family or bring shame to her betrothed, but ultimately decided there couldn’t be any harm in dancing with this handsome stranger.

She dropped her cool gaze to her side, placing the empty champagne glass on the table and cast a small smile to her sister, “Excuse me, Ciara.” She said, a hint of laughter evident in her voice. Ciara had been right about the man, as Ciara often was about men, and she was glad that Ciara would be joining her in the Dark Nation. She didn’t know what she’d do without her.

Turning her attention back to the gentleman before her, dark brunette hair tumbling over her delicate shoulders in thick cascading waves, she stepped smoothly forward and slipped her soft hand into his own, “I’d like that.” Zooey said softly, smiling warmly at him.