Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off.

Sienna strolled into the club, walking straight to the bar and getting a drink of whiskey. She hadn't really been sober for long since exodus had ended, but she didn't mind. Even though she didn't have to fight against anyone anymore she still had a colt 45 attached to her thigh, just hidden above the short hem of her dress.

She took a seat on a table, that was around the dance floor, and started checking out the men, hoping for another drunken fling to take her mind off of things.

Mavrik leaned against the wall of the club, watching the women on the dance floor- most of them weren't any good at moving to the beat, just using the club as an excuse to hook up with men.

He grinned childishly to himself- he so wasn't complaining. He stroked his jaw with one hand, arms crossed over his torso. The brunette in front of him was too giggly. The lady next to her would have been attractive were it not for that disgusting fake orange tan.

Mav smirked and leaned his head back, watching the blonde woman make a beeline to the bar as soon as she entered. Now that was his type of woman. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he walked through the middle of the dancefloor and towards the stranger. His blue eyes glimmered with a flirtatious type of mischief as he came towards her, then leaned his back against the table she sat at.

"Alright, love?" he murmured, eyes lingering on her lips before reaching her own.