Rachel walked across the worn out paved floor, as she headed for Ravers Paradise, she looked down at what she was wearing, ticking off her make-up, which was done to profection, a soft smocky affect to the eyes as a golden swift bush movement circulated the eye.
Rachel prefered no lipsticks, as of old habits, she licked her lips at nervous moments, and didn’t like the taste of such in her mouth. Her hair was put half up half down, with a golden slide and a slight tab of hairspray to keep her dark brown curls « anti » humidity, not that she fussed much.
She was wearing a pale soft golden dress, in which layers of soft italien silk fell around her ankles, she loved the feel of silk, the layers then built up to a darker morw browner gold, with copper lace, her corset was tightned slighly, she had remembered quite flat shoes in which dances and such never became a problem.
She pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes as she walked towards the entrance, smoothly entering she headed diectly to the bar, smiling casualy to the fellow lycans and such that watched her glide across the dance floor, flicking to the waiter.
« Sunrise coctail, strong on the rum and little grenadine » she said nodding to the bar tender.
Finally she took a long glance around the club to see if she recognized anyone.
He was a wolf, he didn't move like a cat but he moved with grace. Boy was his brother missing out he mused, his eyes flitting from person to person in the club. Hell, he hadn't been out anywhere for a long time, the evening in the cemetery with Rose though had been nice he had to admit.
Dressed in a button down black shirt and leather pants, the leather bands on his wrists where Kyrian’s, a shared trait that they possessed around Christmas time. A gift from their father, the stylized animals reminded both of them that they where there for a reason. His boots where nothing remarkable.
The scent of leopard hit his nose as he reached the bar, glancing around for a moment his chocolate eyes landed on a female. Was she a member of the Pard? Thoughts bustled through his mind and he shrugged it off ordering his own drink when the male tender came his way.
Rachel sat down on one of the tall stools, no one was around her yet the heat of the bodies not far away dancing became intoxicating, sighing she turned to where her drink was put down in front of her and smiled, sipping it gently as the strong taste of rum filled her mouth dulling her senses.
She felt a strong turn of energy, in which she was sure wasn’t human, she turned slightly, her eyes looking over the crowd again as she tried to place the power, finaly with out success she turned back to her drink, feeling a small shiver run down her spine she turned and almost jumped as a man sat next to her, knowing it was him the new lycan.
Not recognising the man she smiled welcomely and took a sip of her drink, and waited till he too grabbed his drink and guzzled it. “ good night, haven’t seen you around here” she said grinning at the young man, a swift movement of the eyes as she took him all in.