D.J.licious

Oh how he had missed this. The feeling of freedon in a night club, being half naked while grinding against strangers on the dance floor. How drink took over for the night. Demetri leaned against the bar, dowing his forth shot and watching the people on the dance floor, dance their hearts out. His hand ran up into his hair as he watched a man who was close by.

He licked hi lips and downed another shot, wanting another one. His dark eyes glistened as he took the man in, smirking at his crude thoughts as the music got louder, and more rude one could say. It made him want to go dance, but he liked the view at the moment.

The man was watching him. He did not understand it. He had been watching him for quite a while, and it was setting Kyrie on edge. It was not the way Papa or his minions watched him - waiting for him to act out.

This watch was more...

He felt... wanted for something.

But that just made him feel more....

He approached the man.

"Why do you watch me, so?"

Demetri smirked as he watched the man come over to him, he diwned one more shot. To hell with it. "Why do I watch you, hmm? I find you fascinating, ever so." Demetri likced his lips as he looked the man up and down, checking him out. He was his taste after all, and a bit younger too.

"So what's your name then? Want me to get you a drink?" Demetri smirked as he leaned against the bar. "Or would you like to dance, even?"

Kyrie blinked at the man some more. Surely he didn't know about him. Papa had made sure that anyone that would find his mind... facinating, had been kept far away.

And yet this man...

"What makes me facinating?"

He looked back out at the crowd of people, his mind glossing over most of the other mans words, "I do not know how to dance well... or at all... I watch, not do."

"Your presence, your auror is facinating me. That's what my mind tells me so. No one yet has been soo, hypnotising." Demetri said as his eye's bored into the small mans. He smiled ever so Godly at the man. He tiltes his head, his hair tickling his shoulder.

Demetri's eyes widened as the man didn't say his name. He brought a hand to his belt, holding on to it. "Never danced .... I can show you how. Only this one time, if you do not like it. I am sure you will like it. My name is D.J, by the way." Demetri offered his hand to the man, toatlly not letting his full name come out of his mouth, as of yet.

He took a half step back, and then hesitated and took another half step forward. His head was spinning, he wasn't sure what he was even doing. Part of him was saying it was safer to just leave.

But another part was just...

He took he hand hesitantly, "What does... dancing entail?"

DJ didn't know where the chuckle came from as he did it, the man in front of him was unsure about the whole situation as he stepped back, then stepped forward again. A genuin smile came on his thin lips as the man took his hand and DJ lightly clasped it.

"Dancing is like a fighting passion, basically if your a newbie at it, you start of with swaying your hips, letting everything go loose." DJ lead the man to the dance floor, slowly bringing the man closer to him as he layed his free hand on the mans hip, making him and his self sway with the music as his dark eyes locked with the mans.

Ky titled his head and frowned. Concentration was evident on his face as he tried to process what the man said.

Move his hips... let go?

Fighting.

He understood fighting. Perhaps then he could eventually understand this.

Glancing around him at the other movers, the man slowly attempted to mimick ther movements, and doing so rather successfully for one so confused as to what he was doing, and what he was getting himself into.

He hadn't noticed how close the other man was until he had brought his head up.

"Like that?"