Snippet #1944315

Another thing Uriel hated about the 'modern' world was the dancing. It was no longer elegant, it was... well, something else. In his eyes, you had two types of 'modern' dancing the ones where people make a circle around one or a few people, and they preform acts of dexterity and skill. This was fine in small dosages as no one should get more attention then he, no matter how many times they could spin themselves on their head like a child's toy. Then you had the one he despised: Grinding. Two bodies rubbing against each other was not dancing. It was just uncomfortable, but it was what this ravened haired beauty wished to do which told him she was at least attracted to him, and of course, his own body betrayed him letting her knew he was indeed, attracted to her. Arms wrapped around her stomach, he let his chin rest on his shoulder as she moved back and forth... His eyes caught his beloved guard, Devyn, eyes. That smile... How dare she!

She was challenging his greatness! Of course, that was most likely a gross exaggeration of his skills, but the audacity! He could get any woman! Granted, he was still working on her, but he had all the time in the world. For a woman like Devyn, you had to slowly worm your way into her heart with flirtations and other smaller methods. Giving her the once over, he knew it would be worth it. Experience told him such things. Devyn would not be a name he forgot when he had her. Because he would, it was always just a matter of time, so he gave a soft shrug, lifting his hands off her belly to give a 'what can you do pose.' Then pointed to Devyn, and then the girl in his arms asking, 'Want to take her place?'. He would drop this girl like a bad habit if it meant conquering his beloved guard. On the other hand, she did need to get laid. It would probably do her leaps and bounds if she simply gave in the to temptation, of course, if she chose another guy over him that would drive him up the wall. No man was better then he. Period.

The black haired beauty, even through her drunken haze seemed to notice something was wrong, "Hey..." She asked her eyes narrowing, "Is that your girlfriend?" Uriel fought hard to keep the laugh down. Girlfriend? Him? Outrageous. No woman was enough for him. Trying to summon up her name, but forgetting, he carried on, "Ex-girlfriend. She follows me around sometimes. I feel sorry for her, so I haven't reported it to the police." Luckily, he continual staring helped his story, "Cheated on me. With her trainer." He said softly, and thanks to his 'ex-girlfriends' stares and her own drunken state, she ate it up. "Cheated on you? Is she crazy?" She said her breath heavy with whiskey. Aw, how dear of her, trying to compliment him. Of course, she was drunk, be he was egotistical enough to take that compliment.

"I was the crazy one." Uriel said fighting back an imaginary tear, "To have trusted someone." over three thousand years of practice went into his fine performance. "Oh..." The black haired woman said caught off guard by the sudden 'vulnerability' of Uriel. "How can I trust you?" He whispered into her ear.. and she answered by capturing his lips in his own, but even as he used his great technique mastered over the countless conquest, he still managed to give his beloved guard a couple raising of the eyebrows.