He walked along the streets looking at the variety of clubs and snorting. The smell of arousal and alcohol wasn't exactly the most stimulating of scents and watching people dressed like hookers was even lest tasteful. He finally leaned against a pole and sighed. "Isn't there anything here that could be considered 'high-class entertainment?" he muttered. The spiky-haired male was decked out in a blood red msucle shirt black pants and a pair of black steel-toes. The shoes were more of a fashion-statement then an actual weapon. He was far more dangerous than the shoes. Another bored sigh escaped him and he wondered if there WAS anything to do at night other than watch scantily clad people dance.

Just three days into being in Miami and already Travis knew his way around the place-good thing for those movies, huh? As well as reading about the city and seen stuff about it. So he knows exactly what each nightclub would be like. He walked along the street looking at each nightclub on the left and right side of him and walked into one of them. He flashed his ID to the bouncer and was let inside. Though around Travis, there are scantly clad women and men with sleeveless shirts or no shirts at all dancing together. The men had him wanting to just take one of them right there but on the other hand some well they need to seriously change their outfits. Yuck. A man is seen leaning against a pole. Travis approached him, and knew instantly the poor man looked bored. "You look bored," he said with a smile, "care for me to join you?"

Silas was taken offguard by the sudden question and turned fast enough to fall comically. Growling, he pulled himself to his feet and brushed himself off. Turning, he is immediately hit with the familiar scent of a werewolf and for a moment, pain fills his eyes only to be shoved back and an icy mask replaced. "I am bored," he answered evenly, "To be honest, watching people dress like they are tends to turn me off. Seduction takes a lot more than baring most of your body. As for joining me?" the werepanther shrugged, "If you want to."

Somehow he had scared the man in some ways just appearing like that. And for that, he felt kind of stupid. "Sorry if I had just scared you like that," he said to the man while extending his hand out to him for him to shake, "I hope you can forgive me. Thanks for allowing me to join you and I agree on what you've just told me." He moved closer to him a bit but still stuck out his hand for the man to shake of course. "Also my name's Travis. What is your name?"

With great caution, he returned the handshake. "I'm Silas," he answered, "but you can just call me Si...if you want." He would not be rude, it wasn't fair to the werewolf before him who hadn't done a thing but suddenly wander up and that shouldn't have happened either if he had been paying attention. "so," he ventured, "What is there to do if none of this, " he waved his arm indicating the clubs, "Is to your liking but you still wanted to have a good time?"

He waited for the werewolf to reply all the while trying to quiet his misgivings about the situation. It wasn't like he was bringing the werewolf home. He was just bored and Travis seemed really friendly. It was not going to kill him to make a friend. He'd been alone enough after Stephan died...He shook his head to stop the train of thought. He'd done more than enough damage to himself by thinkng too hard on that. Stephan would have wanted him to not be afraid of letting people into his life. He wouldn't want him to hole himself up because he didn't want to go through that again. It wasn't healthy.

"Nice to meet you, Silas. Alright I'll nickname you that. You can nickname me Trav but then I like to be just known as Travis. Well I am not sure. I have checked out most of the clubs in here. Just wandering in and see if it is my type, that's all. If it is I'll stay if not then I'll get the hell out of here. Plus you can also go into a nightclub to have a drink other than doing well what they are. What about you?"

Silas looked at the clubs for a moment before he responded, "I doubt I am going to find anything worhty of wasting time in...However, I guess I could go with you. You might end up in a sticky situation without a traveling companion." He had no idea why he was teasing the werewolf. It wasn't in his nature to flirt like tihs. However, he just felt comfortable around him so it came almost without him realizing it. A faint blush colored his cheeks. Yeah, if Travis too offense to that he was in trouble but...he couldn't take it back.

"Ooo really," he teased back, "well what do I know...I have my own personal knight in shiny armor!" he gave him a flirty wink. Is he actually hitting on him? Oh wow, something he thought would never happen. "You know maybe we should hang out in here. I mean we're here, so why not? Want to go into the dance floor to dance or would you like me to buy you a drink?" Yep he's surely hitting on him now.

Silas thought about that for a moment before he teased back, "I think I will dance BEfORE I let you buy me something to drink. I wouldn't want to be vulnerable to any advances made by you out there." Yep, he was flirting back...wow....This was new...

"Ha ha, alright. And don't worry I don't trick people to bed. If that's what you are thinking I was going to," he added back giving him a flirty smile and a wink. "Come on, let's go and show these idiots how real men are. I mean hell we can just pick at them as well," he added while he lead him to the dance floor. There are some men with fishnet shirts, tanktops, or not even with shirts at all. Travis brushed by some while shaking his head since he can't believe people would dress like that.

Silas wrinkled his nose. "You know...I think a man who is clothed is a lot more seductive...because then you have to work at seeing what is hidden beneath their clothes," he commented. He smiled at Travis. "Yeah, lets show them how to actually go clubbing." He was having a great time...and he hadn't expected to but Travis just made him feel relaxed. It was probably because he had been taught by a werewolf that he felt at ease around them.

Travis grinned back at the man while clasping onto his hand and led him onto the dance floor. He nodded and wrapped his arms around the man's waist. For some reason he felt like he could be with this guy he made him feel comfortable and wondered if he felt the same way. "I agree, because that would also be the fun of it to take the clothes off than to go to the house and not sure what to do with them," he said.

Silas smiled and leaned close to him enjoying being within Travis's arms. It was a dangerous gamble but...somethings just weren't willing to listen to him so he let it go. He'd worry about that later. Right now, he'd enjoy being held in the arms of the male in front of him. It was nice and he felt protected.

Travis moved along to the music with the man in his arms and didn't seem bother him one bit. Even the man didn't seem bothered with how they are dancing. Though he did say they would also pick at the people so why not? Travis found one and chuckled. "Dude, check out the guy at the right," he whispered, "I mean seriously, why would you WEAR THAT to a nightclub?" he is whispering about the first man that had looked at him, wearing a cut up shirt that basically showed off most of his chest, only about three to four pieces of fabric left.

Silas looked at the male and snorted. "Maybe he got into a fight with a shredder and it was all he had left," he commented with a grin, "or maybe his ex-lover did it because he has no fashion-sense whatsoever." He looked around and his eyes widen and he made a gagging noise. "If you look to your left, you will notice that there is a male who is trying to see how close he can come to naked and still be allowed in a club," he murmured, "Because if that outfit gets any tighter...it's going to meld into his skin."

"Or hell maybe both. Who knows, after the ex dumps him he thought hm I know a best way to get myself a date. Though it didn't come out right considering the outcome of his outfit. Dude, where?" he asked, before looking at the left at the other man that Silas was pointing out. Travis broke free from him just to laugh and covered his mouth with his hand and then turned to Silas. "Yeah, I mean hell this is a nightclub not Dancing with the Stars. A wee bit too late for that show, huh? Oh god, look behind you." He is referring to another man who's shirt looked like a rainbow. "I mean I am gay and all and plus I don't mind some shirts but that guy needs some serious tips. Hah good luck of finding a date, buddy."

Silas looked to where he was pointing and snorted. "Yeah, unless of course you like the 'flaming-homosexual' type." He looked around the club and wondered where to go to next. There were so many choices. It would probably be easier to select the ones who WERE wearing decent clubbing outfits than those who weren't. "You know...I think most of these guys are just lonely and looking for a good time...however I am not sure that looking that pitiful is going to do it for them," he muttered. When Travis had let go of him to laugh at the guy, Silas hadn't liked the feeling of it. 'Wow, Si,' he thought to himself, 'Get overly attached in less than two hours.' While he knew that was a bad idea, he couldn't bring himself to care.

"I highly doubt he would in fact have anyone. I've known this guy named Rick once that wears those type of shirts all the damn time. Let's just say he was the only one sitting in the corner looking like as if he was some deer in the headlights. No one in the club wanted to go near him. I've tried to tell him to put on something else but he just didn't want to listen." Travis moved back closer to him and wrapped his arms around him once more. He liked being near this guy. Sure he has some feelings brewing but he's also someone he could laugh with. Then the guy with the rainbow shirt approached the two. He tapped him on the shoulder. "Yes?" Travis asked.
"May I cut in?" the man asked. Oh boy...
"Gee....let me ask." He turned to Silas and whispered, "dude, the dateless guy wants to cut in. Seriously with that shirt?"

Silas looked at the guy and was really, really tempted to be rude about it because he wasn't willing to give up Travis so easily. He decided that he wasn't going to start a fight in the middle of a bar so he gave a smile that was all cat and said, "I don't think so. You see my probation officer told me that I have to be chaperoned at all times so it might not be a good idea to leave me alone." He knew he was being a brat but...hey, he was enjoying himself. If Travis got mad at that well, he got mad.

Travis looked on at the man with pure shock though with a mix of anger. However he turned to the direction of the guy with the rainbow shirt who is now backing up. "Uh...okay, um...oh geez I remembered I left something on the stove. Uh bye." Then instantly he turned and quickly walked out of the club. That was when Travis chuckled heavily afterwards and turned to Silas. "Oh my God, that was so cool. Wait, you have a probation officer?"

Silas snorted. "Hardly...I was just trying to make him leave. It was the first thing that popped into my head," he admitted blushing slightly. He knew he probably should not have done that but he was too comfortable to lose his dance partner at the moment. "I hope that wasn't too forward. I just...I am enjoying myself and I didn't feel like having to punch the guy."