The moment he stepped through the doors, ignoring the envious glares of the bouncers at his frame with nothing more than an inward chuckle, Marcus moved down towards the bar and inhaled softly, taking in the scents of the club tonight. It had been weeks since he had been here and he had decided to take a night from being a merc and from being the Pride second, and just come to have his ears pounded by great music. Atreyu - Doomsday was playing loud enough from the speakers that his lion gave a soft growl and retreated to the peace of his inner 'cave' but Marcus moved through the crowd with feline grace, cheerfully mouthing the words without realising.

Moving up to the bar he slid onto a stool, his height making it so that he sat down rather than slid up onto it and he rested an arm against the pleasantly clean (For a bar anyway) counter. As the bartender came he ordered a cider, wanting to keep it soft. As a lycan it was pretty damn hard to get drunk, but he did not want to limit himself just incase something kicked off and he needed to be at his best.

Rotating the stool he sat on, Marcus turned to scan the crowd. People watching had been a favoured passtime of his for years, and his lion enjoyed it too, enabling them to have something else they both enjoyed. His attention was caught for a moment by a near half naked couple in one of the booths and he just smirked before letting his attention turn to just spreading through the room, seeing if there was anything else half as interesting as the mini-mosher porn scene forming in the corner. It was something different to do he guessed.

She loved this song that pounded inside the walls of the club. Doomsday was just something that she was going to download when she had a minuet to herself. She had no clue why she was even in Ravers Paradise, she was still mid way at finding her feet in Miami but she seemed to be doing ok as it was.

Leaning against the wall away from the bar her chocolate eyes scanned the crowd with a bright gleam in them. She was out for fun and yet, when her nose picked up the scent of another lion, all thoughts of scratching any itch was pushed away. Dressed in low riding black jeans with a crimson tank top and cuffed up tank top she smirked, she aimed more for gothic then anything else and as her eyes skimmed across the bar area landing on the guy that smelt of lion. Kinda cute if you where into the older bad boy look she thought with a chuckle.

Feeling both the presence of lion and eyes on him Marcus' head swivveled and he stared at the lioness staring at him, head slightly tilted as his nostrils flared, taking in the scent of savannah and hot grass coming from the lioness. As the music changed to Static-X - Cold, he replaced his glass on the bar, barely touched, and decided he didn't want to drink anything anymore anyway.

Sliding gracefully from his stool, focused on the woman as he moved through the crowd, he gave a slight smile as he came up infront of her and moved to stand beside her so as not to disrupt her view of anything she might of been looking at, speaking quietly considering the music but knowing she would hear it perfectly well.

"I've not seen you before, are you part of the Pride?"

So it wasn't a chatup line, or even a hello, but he didn't have anything else to say and 'hello' was just the standard everybody knew so why bother?

"I've not seen you before, are you part of the Pride?"

So she’d dragged the big bad lion away from his drink. The submissive part of her had taken a back seat, hell that side of her always got her into trouble but whatever. Looking up at him she smiled, the music of the club thrummed through to her bones but she heard him as if there was no music at all.

"No I'm not....are you by any chance?"

He was a dom and that meant she was going to watch her mouth with what she said.