Icy Hot (P/smoky)

Tonight, the usually anti-social Jean wasn't out for one of his walks that usually caused him to run into odd people such as Lillith. No tonight he'd found himself outside of Naruki and in Karakura. In a nightclub of all places. Yes he was underaged, but money talks right? As he came through the backdoors he saw four girls heading somewhere in a hurry. They were all dressed somewhat scantily, though the view of their round backsides did not displease the young Arpeggio at all. With a slight nod and a bit of a smirk he made his way out to the dance floor before someone caught him hanging out where he wasn't supposed to be.

The place was what he expected. Dark with neon lights, tons of sweaty people jumping and grinding against each other. Jean shook his head, he wasn't sure how they called that dancing. They weren't even moving their hips, just literally going up and down on each other. With a sigh the young lad found his way to beer. He leaned against the table resting his right forearm on the bar to support his weight. When the bartender came his way, they gave him a suspicious look most probably from his young face, but he was already in so what could they do?

"What'll it be friend?"

Jean glanced at the selection they had on the wall of the bar, though he already knew his choice.

"Whiskey and coke."

With a nod the bartender quickly went about making the drink. As soon as it hit the table the fog started and the music began. Jean grabbed his glass and turned to look towards the stage along with everyone else in the crowd. There he found the four girl he'd seen earlier, walking with quite the sway in the hips. He brought the glass to his lips and took a sip of the cold drink as he found a seat and watched the girls perform. Their movements were mesmerizing and had the young man in a trance. This was dancing, not the garbage he'd seen earlier when he walked in. 

When the girl repping for winter stepped up she had caught Jean's eye and gave him wink before carrying on with her set. So far...he liked her set the best. The others were good, but something about the way she moved was just...different. He didn't know why, but he wanted to find out. He raised his glass again to take another sip only to find that it was empty. with a chuckle he left the empty glass where it was and took off to find the girl as she left the stage. Though first, he would get another glass of whiskey. He only walked around the floor for a bit before he caught sight of the frosty angel roaming the club. He kept his eyes on her hoping she'd look his way and they'd lock eyes again.

He noticed as she glanced at him. Their eyes made contact and the small moment seemed like a brief forever. The hand holding the glass began to move in a circular motion, causing the liquid inside to swirl around. The sounds of the ice hitting it's container could be heard by those close enough. Or well suppose not, with the loud music and all. With a tip of the head, he raised the glass to his lips to take a sip before going to approach her. Surprisingly though, she came to him. He lowered the drink and watched her approach.

His golden eyes studied her from beneath the bangs that covered them. His long hair hung down to his lower back in a ponytail and he wore a purple button down and black pants, with a pair of black shoes. As she began to speak, Jean wondered what she would say. Perhaps why she winked at him? To explain it was just for show? No no, it turns out...she thought she recognized him from somewhere. His lips curved upwards as he chuckled and broke out into a small fit of laughter. It wasn't too often that he was seen like this, though it wasn't too often that he had alcohol.

"I'd imagine since you just winked at me, but don't worry I understand. It was just part of the show right."

He too another sip of his drink before extending his hand to her. 

"My name is Jean by the way, my friends call me Llewe."

Jean glanced at her and chuckled as she tried his name and then she shook  his hand. He also found her innocence cute and funny.

"Well I think you look pretty good yourself Fryst."

He leaned in closer this time as he spoke, assuming the reason she misheard before was because of the music.  His lips were close to her ear as he spoke with a hint of laughter in his voice.

"And it's Llewe as in Louie, but that other one works too if you like it."

He leaned back after he finished talking a took another swig of his glass draining the last of the contents. Conveniently a waitress was passing by at that moment and he took the chance to place the glass on her tray as she went by. He nodded his head in response to the question asked of him as he returned his full attention to Fryst.

"I did. Your part in particular - and forgive if I'm out of line - but something about the way you moved, just kind of...caught me. I'm not sure how to describe it, but you were amazing."

He gave her an earnest smile as he spoke about the routine, with more passion than he had intended. The entire time in the back of his mind he was totally hoping that he wasn't creeping her out, considering it wasn't often that he talked to strangers, not that he didn't know how to hold a conversation. 

He smiled at her as she asked him if he danced. He shrugged coyly and stepped forward as the song changed he began to move his shoulders and getting into groove with the beat. Eventually as the song began to pick up his body flowed almost like a wave in tune with the beat.  He stepped forward with his right foot while turning body his side faced her. He then rocked back onto his left foot, then entire time his upper body and arms kept moving in tune with the music as he did his footwork. He held his right hand out to her and smiled, hoping that she would join him. 

"Join me." He said it politely though it was in a manner that it could interpreted as a question or statement.

He was sure his moves weren't as flashy as her but he could probably keep up. He wasn't too shabby a dancer himself, especially since he had loosened up some with the two drinks he had. The crowd around them was going crazy, excited from the set with the girls and the new popular song pumping in the club. It was warm and crowded, someone bumped against him and pushed him forward into her accidentally. He stopped himself short of hitting her though his hands ad still found themselves on her shoulders and his face right close to hers.

"Oops, my bad. Sorry about that." He apologized before he leaned away and stood straight. "So how about that dance?"" He asked again smiling at her.

He smiled as she took his hand and they made their way to a clear spot on the dance floor. And dance they did, she didn't grind up on him as everyone else around him was doing and in some way, this made her all the more enticing. He watched her eyes she danced, eyes never moving. He wasn't sure if he was even blinking at this point in time. He did his best to keep up with her as they moved to beat, though they did leave room between themselves as they danced. So it came as a real surprise when she pulled him in closer to dance with, not that he complained. In fact he welcomed it and began to move in motion with her almost seamlessly.

Eventually the song came an end and so did their dance. Her comment about him being able to dance made him chuckle. "Well, I like dancing. Just so happens that I was born with the innate skill to dance. Unlike some others." The last bit referring to the crowd around him.

He nodded his head towards a table. He had worked up a thirst during that dance and wanted another drink, though perhaps no more alcohol. As he sat a waitress came up and asked what he would like.

"Just a water please, and you Fryst?"

He chuckled at her question, "I get that a lot, even the bartender gave me a weird look earlier." He tapped the table twice with his right index while nibbling on his bottom lip he stared at her, considering if he should actually tell her the truth. What could it hurt? Even if he did get kicked out, he had his fill of the "club life" already. Though it would be a shame for this wonderful encounter to come to a premature end.

He opened his mouth to speak but the waitress came back and placed the glasses on the table. He smiled and gave his thanks and went to reach for his drink. At this moment he felt a strange and odd chill run over him. His body shivered a bit and he glanced at Fryst.

"Hey did you feel that? It just got really cool in here all of a sudden. Or is it just me?"

Was it the alcohol? No he had only had two drinks, that wasn't enough to have him wasted to the point he couldn't feel the dreadful heat in this place. He picked up his water and took a sip of it allowing the cool liquid to wet his dry mouth.

She seemed to get flustered at his question though this wasn't the fist time she'd done that tonight, but something about it seemed different. Like he had caught her off guard or something. Interesting, it happened when he mentioned the cold. He smiled slightly at her. "You're right, it must have been my imagination."

With that, it didn't take her long to switch the topic of the conversation. That made him slightly more suspicious. Perhaps she was like he was? Or was he getting ahead of himself and overthinking things? He eyed her with genuine curiosity for a second or two before he realized she was talking to him. 

"Yeah I guess so, huh." He chuckled.

He twirled around his glass of water and then brought it to his lips. As he downed the glass he heard the dj saying something about last call. Seems they were closing up, now was a good a time as any.

"Hey do you wanna go for a walk?" He asked out of the blue, but he wasn't really good with subtly, especially when it came to women. He was horrible, so hopefully he wouldn't creep her out and scare her away.

He chuckled at her response. He was positive more than a few heads would turn if she went out like that. With a nod he waited patiently for her to grab her jacket and say bye to her friends. While he waited his mind began to ponder. What if she really was like him, or Lillith even, he wasn't sure if he should be excited about that or terrified. For one he knew not a whole lot about his own powers, so who knew what other people could do. And if Lillith was an example of what other people could do...well that would make this one scary mama.

He stood by the entrance looking out through the window to the outside world. It was dark, quiet, but not too quiet. You could still hear the few cars that were still out on the road, though the club itself was still somewhat noisy at it's patrons began to leave. Eventually he heard Fryst behind him again.

"A coffee shop sounds great." Though he wasn't the greatest fan of the bitter beverage, he didn't mind having it every now and then. With that being said he began to follow in whichever direction Fryst was heading.

"So a dancer huh? What made you choose that route?"

Doing what made her happy, huh? He let what she had said sink in for a minute. What did he want to do? What made him happy? He wasn't sure about that, yet she didn't seem that much older than him and seem to have it all figured it out. He respected her for that.

"That's awesome, I wish I had some idea as to where I was heading with all this." He spread his arms in reference to what he was talking about. Everything around him, life.

Truthfully he had no want nor need of anything, more than a companion. Though he may have found one in Fryst tonight. As they entered the coffee shop, the deep rich scent filled his nostrils and teased his senses. He could already feel he familiar sensation of the head rush beginning.

"I think it's great you're so passionate about what you do, not a lot of people out there are like that. Most of them are too scared to take that leap, you know."

He approached the counter eyes already scanning the menu and finding the item of his choice. "i'll have a large french vanilla please, extra vanilla and honey." Just how he liked it.

The clerk gave him a nod punched the order in while someone else went about making the concoction, "I'll also get hers," he said as he nodded his head in the direction of Fryst.