Ian walked into the club, looking around at everyone dancing and laughing and stuff. He never got into that sort of thing, not even when he was young and had a sense of humor and enjoyment. Dancing always seemed to him to be a bunch of horny people having sex on the dance floor, only with clothes on and standing up. Not that he minded that much, he wasn't a prudeish sort of guy, just nothing he was ever comfortable enough with people to do. He pushed through the crowd, deliberately knocking a person or two over as they attempted to grind into each other. He grinned wickedly as he saw them stumble, there were times he really enjoyed being an asshole.

He sat down at the bar, leaning onto the counter, waiting for the bartender to come by. He looked around a little bit, wondering just who he was sitting next to. On one side there was some guy who looked like he started drinking when he woke up in the morning. On the other...not bad, he thought. A girl, mid 20's my the look of her, latina...nice body and a nice face. He looked forward once more, more interested in getting hammered than gawking at some girl. The bartender walked over to him.

"What can I get you, sir?" He asked

"Shot of vodka and a beer...and keep 'em coming." He said. He was having a helluva time lately, he never went drinking unless he was. He'd go for most of the year without drinking a single drop, then he would go to a bar, go on a bender to end all benders, have a hangover the next morning and not drink again for a while. What with the troubles at the apartment building and his uncle going sick, he was ready for some quick and easy relief.

Carmen walked into the club, she didn't have to wait line as usual she was let in right away. The techno music of the club was booming when she waltz through the door. Her long dark brown hair in soft curls fell past her shoulder blades. She was wearing a black halter top, that was backless and clamped at the bottom of her back. The front it was scrunched and showed off her assets. She also wore a black short skirt and black silletto heals. She walked downt ehs teps of the club and made her way through the masive wave of sweaty people grinding each other.

Carmen never go grinding, and thought a nice seductive dance was always better, left the imagiantion wodnering, rather than having sex with clothes on. She was altin so the mambo, and salsa was inh er blood, and roamantic dances caught her heart. She light amber eyes sanned the people looking for a fmailar place, and figured she meet her friends at the bar. Soemtime they would have tog et thristy. Using he rphone was stupid she wouldnt be able to hear anything. she she b-lined it the the bar where she leaned on the bar.

"Shot of vodka and a beer...and keep 'em coming."

She looked toh er side a man abot 30 good looking guy for an older man. He ordered his drink befor she could so she waited impatiently tapping the bar. She had a bit of a smug look on her face as a guy came up to her. "Did it hurt?" he said and she looked at him with discuss. She knew where this was going. " No, it didn't becuse i came up from hell." she said with a bitchy look as she went back to the bar. She then said to the guy as he got his drink, her being all snoty and all. "Isnt it beer first befor liquor." she said knowing if it was the other way around he would be misrable in teh men bathroom in an hour.

"Dry martini" she said to the bbartender befor he wisked away. She didn't wait impatiently for nothing. "so shouldnt you keep theb eer coming till your ready for the vodka. Unless youw ant to blow chunks that's your call." she said looking forward awaiting he rmuch need drink as she tapped her finger on the bar faster.

Ian took down the shot as the bartender gave it to him, then went to work on the beer. He knew there was some sort of rule to drinking liquor and beer, one before the other but he didn't care. If he was interested in enjoying his drinking he wouldn't have ordered a vodka and beer, not in the club that's known through out the city as the best club for mixed drinks.

"Did it hurt?" Ian heard a guy say as he walked up to the latina goddess sitting next to him. He rolled his eyes, he thought that corny ass line went out of style when he was in high school. He did appreciate her response to that, letting out a small chuckle.

"But I bet that did." He said to the guy, who shot him a dirty glance before walking away. He continued to down his shot then beer, even as the girl next to her seemed to give him an attitude. He finished off a shot before turning to look at her. "I really don't see how it's your business at all whatsoever." He said, just loud enough for her to hear him over the music. "Though I am wondering why you mentioned it...you don't exactly seem like the cordial type, giving out advice to people in need."

"But I bet that did."

Carmen smirked when she heard the guy next to her comment on her realiation. she went back to elaning on the bar as the batender slid her her drink. She picked up the fragil glass and strirred it with the olive befor taking a sip of it. Ah the vermouse slid down her throat so smoothly. It wasn't the best martini she had ever had, but it wasn't that bad either. She then turned and looked a the guy besided her with an annoyed look on her face when he started to speak. She looked bored and cold at him.

"I really don't see how it's your business at all whatsoever."

"Though I am wondering why you mentioned it...you don't exactly seem like the cordial type, giving out advice to people in need."


She sipped her martinit again b efor speaking. "First off you don't know me, so don't try to act like you do." she said snippy waving her drinka rond as she took antoehr sip. "Second I plan on drinking most the night and I have come very accustomed to this part of the bar. You get your drinks faster and this bartender on this side makes better drinks, than the one over there. Thrid If you are goign to be here as long as I think you are, I really don't need vomit on my shoes. Thank you very much." she said flipping her hair as she looekd forward.

She was feisty that was for sure, she gave a name to the famous firey latin temper most latin woman had. And if you were and Manez you definatly had a temper most did not want to deal with. And cArman was a Manez woamn...double trouble really. She brought her glass to her lips again taking another drink. If this guy thought he could out attitude her, he met his match and wa sin for a good fight. Becasue Carmen like getting her way, in fact she awlays did. And she did anythign adne verythign to keep it that way.

Well thats a fire ball and no mistake, Ian thought as she shot back at him. Her attitude made him smirk a little bit, he liked girls with a bit of bite. On a normal occasion he would come back with some equally snide remark, but the alcohol that was in his system was making him more agreeable. Ian was such a friendly drunk.

"Ok, I'll make that a mental note." Ian said, taking back another shot and drinking some more of his beer. He leaned his head to each side, cracking his neck a little bit, trying to loosen up a little bit. "If I end up hurling, I'll make sure not to do it on your pretty shoes." He said finishing off his beer. The bartender came over and replaced his empty mug with a new one. "Thanks man...I'll probably end up doing it on this schmuck over here." Ian said pointing over to the guy next to him.

He man he pointed at was definitely failing. He looked as if he hadn't shaved in days, and hadn't been sober for just as long. "I throw up on this guy and he probably wouldn't know the difference." He said with a small chuckle, giving a small kick to his chair, waking the guy up a little bit more. "He'll most likely be throwing up later tonight anyway."

Carmen stayed leaning on the bar starring straight ahead as she sipped her drink. She listen to him talk but made no effort to really engulf herself into the conversation with the stranger. She swirled her gralss around a few times ten brought it back to her lips to drink once more. Carmen roleld her eyes as he talked of not hurling onh er pretty shoes. He better bet his ass he wasn't going to throw up on them, those shoes cost mroe thanh e mad ein a month probaly. But that was Carman, high class, high maintenence designer wearing mafia princess. She finished her drink and raised her empty glass to the bartender as she rushed over to make another.

She tapped her figners on the bar as she waited and fianly her sweet alchol was in her hands once more. She let out a sigh as she after she took the first drink."Sweet Sweet liquor, makes every night better." she said takign another swig of her drink. She looked annoyed as she checked he rphone, her friends probaly found some slimy guys to spend the night with. When carman was around she enver lowered her stanards like they did, so most the time they would split off in the evening. This evening they didnt even split off. She roleld her eyes at her empty phone. Gosh they were certainly on her shot list now adn thats no place to be.

She closed her phone and tossed it in her bag, even if they did text or call, she wouldn't answer or want to talk to them anyway. This was going to a long night, she thought as she leaned onh e rone arm as she sipped her drink. The techo music kept pounding as bodies occasional bumped them. For a minute she thought she saw a friend of her, but decided to ignore the situation. The girl would see Carmen's wrath later. A public place was no palce fro her wrath, it was two well feist and dangerous. CArmen glanced as the man next to her taking vodka shot and drinking his beer. the liquor was kicking in and he wasn't bad looking sober, and he was getting bette rlookign as the night went on, adn the drinks kept coming.

"So, whats with the phone?" Ian asked softly, downing another shot and getting half way through his beer. She had been looking at her phone on and off for the last ten minutes or so and it was kind of getting annoying. "Expecting a call or something?" He asked, finishing off his beer. He chuckled a little bit as she tossed her phone back into her bag, looking rather annoyed. He shook his head a little bit, one of the good parts about not having any friends is never expecting calls, or having to worry about where anyone is.

As the night when on, he could swear she was checking him out a little bit. Must've been the liquor...not that he was complaining at all. She definitely was hot. He'd go as far as to say that she was one of the better looking girls at the club that night. Not that he thought anything was going to happen, they weren't exactly being cordial to eachother. Eh, he thought, nothing he wasn't used to.

Ian's gray eyes met hers breifly, holding the gaze for a second or two before looking forward again. Even in his inebriated state he could tell that she had nice eyes, and she wasn't looking away. He lurched forward a little bit as some drunken 20 year old knocked into him while attempting to dance. He sat back up, and swung his elbow back, catching the guy in the stomach. Then, down went the other shot.

"So, whats with the phone?" "Expecting a call or something?"

She glared at him for a moment as she sipped her drink. "It's none fo your buisness, but yes I was expecting a call." she said returning toh er drink and her stance at the bar. She looked for forward as she tossed her hair over her shoudlers and drank her martini. She was hoping her uncle wouldn't call or that one of his boys wouldn't just happen to show up. He liked to keeps tabs on her, and carmen was completely capable of taking care of herself. Her uncle just said it was a percaution, and annoying one in the least.

Carmen caught the stumble between the two men in the corner of her eyes. 'Nice... very nice to know that one less wanna be dancer isn't going tob e ont eh floor tonight." She said with a smirk as she finished her drink and waved her empty glass for another. And soon enought another full glass was in her hands as she caught the glare of his iccy grey eyes. Carmen's gaze went back to her drinka s she drank it. she started swayign a bit the the music getting into the clubbin atmosphere a bit. She a a urge to dance, but no one was asking her too.

That's partly because she was alittle intimidating, or who am i kidding, she was really intimidating. She also chewed off half the head of the guess who asked her earlier in the night. She kept drinking her drink as a few guy here and there woulda sk her, she would rool her eyes and turn the other way and drink. She wanted to dance, but not lower her standards to some greasy hornball ball who could only grind. She wanted somone who could move....

Ian couldn't help but chuckle a little bit as she commented on the quality of the dancing going on in the club. As he said before, most of it wasn't dancing so much as people rubbing up against each other, sometimes without any regard to the music at all. He couldn't say too much about this because he wasn't really a dancer himself. The only time he ever danced was a class he took in high school to fullfil and arts requirement, and that was only a semester. Thank God. His eyes glanced at her as she began to sway a little bit to the music, noting that her body looked rather nice as it moved.

He must have been really drunk, was he contemplating asking her to dance. He knew well enough, from the few times he got drunk in high school, that he was a very pleasant agreeable drunk but he never remembered being cordial enough to ask someone to dance, and that was back when all of the people at the dance knew him and were around his age. This girl appears to be at least 6 or 7 years younger than he was, and they weren't exactly getting along that well aside from sharing a distaste for the rest of the people in the club. He mulled it over in his mind, coming to the conclusion that he didn't care if she said yes or no or gave him a weird look. Not like he'd ever be seeing this girl again. He had too much apathy to be self consious.

"Don't suppose you wanna dance." Ian said casually. "I promise I wont bend over and shake my ass at you like these other people." He said with a small smirk, pointing behind him with his thumb at the offending party. He didn't waver at all, just sitting there, his eyes looking into hers and not looking away.

"Don't suppose you wanna dance."
"I promise I wont bend over and shake my ass at you like these other people."

Carmen looked away from the bar and finished her drink placing the empty glass down. the bartender rushed over to make another and she held out her hand to stop him and looked to Ian. She smirked and laughed at his comment, she looked even prettier when she smiled. Maybe because she rarley did smile these days. She nodded "Sure, I'd like like." She said taking his wrist as she slowly pulled him away from the bar. "I hope you keep that promise" she said as they entered the sea of people.

Carmen could dance, she was altin for ccrying out loud. If she couldn't dance she would be a descrace to latina's every where. She could do the traditional latin dances, but in the clubs she mixed modern with them, giving a unique yet please dance. Finaly she stopped on the floor and turned to him as she started to move the pounding music. Her hips started to move as her arms started to as well. She could definatley move, there was no doubt about that. she flung her hair and she danced and kept those amber eyes on him.

She moved about in her little short black dress and stilletto heals. Her curves were amazing as she danced. She watching him waiting when he was going to move. She then whispered in his ear. "let's see what you got?" She said as she started dancing closer to him her face and body inches from his as she ran her hand sdown her, well toend body and to her hips.

Ian grinned as she accepted, hopping off of the barstool and following her out onto the dance floor. He pushed through the crowd of people to get to a nice spot where there were as little amount of sweaty bodies bumping into them. Of course, once he saw her begin to dance...he started wondering just what he got himself into. She could really move, it was almost hypnotic the way she moved to the music. Then he thought about himself, 6'2" with a football player's physique. How the hell much grace could he force out of himself?

"let's see what you got." She whispered in his ear.

The whispering alone got him to shiver a little bit, his ears had always been sensitive to that sort of thing. He began to move to the music as best he can, trying to keep the movements fluid, straining his mind back to that fucking dance class in his junior year of high school. What did the teacher tell him to do? He couldn't remember, there were too many girls in tight clothing to pay too much attention to the teacher. Thats what happened when he was one of two guys in the class, the other one gay, with about 17 girls with amazing bodies.

Alright, back to the task. How to make it so he didn't look like a spaz, he was the one who asked her to dance after all...once again, a lot of alchohol. "I'm looking forward to finding that out myself." He said with a small laugh as he began to dance along with her. "I can't even remember the last time I've actually danced with someone." He said, placing his hands on her hips and dancing a bit closer.

"I can't even remember the last time I've actually danced with someone."\

Carmen smiled at his comment. she watched as he looked like he was straining his mind on how to dance. He then placed his hand son her hips and she kept moving to the music with him. Her hands moved up and down his chest as she moved. She was impressed how built he was. Usually when guys were that broad looking they had a beer gut, he was solid. Her hands moved to his shoulders as she looked up at him. "Your thinking to much. Just move with me." she said as he seemed a bit stiff.

She moved her hips as he slowly started to move with her, She danced a bit closer as they were now basically touching. She could smell his colgne it was intoxicating, she like the smell of it. The music kept pounding in a fast beat as it slowly ended. a new song with a slower much slower beat emerge and she changed her dance to mcve with that song. She moved muh slower, with more domiante moves, in a more seductive way.She flipped her hair out of her face as she cotinued dancing with him.

"So whats your anem?" she asked as they danced. She figuered she should at lest know the first name of the person she was dancing with. Then maybe there wouldn't be the akwards Her Hey or Hey You kinda thing. The alcohol was kicking in 4 martinis dry sure could make one stumble. Her head was spinning a bit but she kept on moving as her buzz started soaring.

Ian couldn't help but grin as her hands run up his chest, He didn't need anyone else to tell him that he was in good shape, but it was a nice feeling to have this girl running her hands all over his upper body. His hands moved from her hips to right around her waist, holding her closer to him as they danced, and he didn't even realize he was doing that. A hand absent mindedly began to move slowly up her back, not going very far before going back to her waist. He still wasn't sure what he was doing but it felt kinda nice.

"Your thinking to much. Just move with me." He heard her say.

He took a deep breath, then exhaled trying to relieve the tension in his muscles as he did so. He began to just move with her, feeling a lot more loose...the alchohol was definitely helping with that. It was also helping the way she got extra close to him, their bodies practically touching. As they moved slower and her movements became more seductive and almost hopnotic, he began to grip her a bit more, almost in a possesive way.

"I'm Ian." He said softly by way of an introduction. It was funny how they saved the introductions until a point which their hands were all over eachother and their bodies touching...just one of those amusing little things that popped through one's mind.

"Ian" she smirked..."i like it, you don't hear it to often yet not exotic har dto say." she said as she slowly moved with him. He wa sloosening up alittle bit more. Perhaps he eneded a few more drinks befor he should of asked her. She liked the feeling of his ahnd sonh er waist in a possive way, a strong domianting way. She hand't felt that in a very very long time. Most guys were intimidated by her, she was tried of boys, she wanted a man. She looked up at him with her amber eyes as she flipped her long brown hair away from her.

"I'm Carmen" She said to him as they moved. The alcohol was really kicking in and she found herseld basically on top of him as they danced. they were touching know bodies moving as one. Their faces inches from each other as they eahc did seductive moves to one another. she started smiling a bit more and losening up. She was a fun drunk no doubt, but you just had to be able toh andle the bitch be for the saint. "So where you from? Havn't seen you around here befor." she hadn't adn Carmen wa sone to remember a face.

Carmen thought it was funny, they were having a cordual conversation while dancing all voer each other, when they had a shitty one at the bar. Just tells you the affects of alcohol. That and the affects of two attitudes that compliment each toher. Only problem they are from way to different worlds.

Ian smirked a little bit as she complimented his name, which was a new one. Most people didn't really think twice about his name, he always thought it was rather boring. Of course, he told himself, one found all kinds of things fasinating after having as much alcohol as she had. This thought made him chuckle a little bit. It also explained how close they happened to be dancing, their bodies pressed against each other. Ian didn't mind in the least though, simply tightening his grip a little bit and keeping her there.

Ian pressed her body a bit more against his, his head lowering a little bit to get closer to hers, his gray eyes looking into hers and not looking away. A small grin spread across his lips as she introduced herself. "Well...nice to meet you Carmen..." He said softly, just loud enough for her to hear him over the noise of the music and the crowd.

One hand moved once more up her back, clutching her a bit closer as though further establishing his claim over her at the moment. "I usually don't get out that much. Not much of a people person myself." He said with a shrug and a small smile.

She felt him pull her closer adn stake his domincance onh er even more as he moved his hand up her back. She still liked the feeling. It wasn't threatening toh er but to any male who would want to cut in. It made him seem more attractive, Carmen like domiannte ment to put he rin her place. she hated push overs, she wanted a man... His face got closer to her as his grey eyes seemed glued to hers, entrancing and she didn't want to look away. Carmen moved her hands about him staking her claim on the dance floor. A simple gesture telling all the otehr girls to back off. Secret girl lingo really.

"I usually don't get out that much. Not much of a people person myself."

Carmen smirked at his comment and nodded. "I know how that feels, you can say I am that way to a bit. I come for the drinks more then the men." She said with a smirk. She continued to dance seductivly with him theiir bodies basically intertwined now. He had anice smile she liked it, it soften his asshole exterior a bit. Her Hair dangled in her face as she danced with him as the music boomed and the crowd roared. She llike to dance, she liked to dance with an attractive man even more. "I was born and raised in new york, so basically you had to go to clubs somtime." she said with a shrugg remebering her youth of club hopping with friends.

Somtimes she did it to try and get a bit of and alli with other mafia princesses, but they always ended up hating each other in a week.

Ian couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of her hands smoothing over his torso as his ran up her back. He could almost feel himself getting aroused by the seductive motions of her hips against his body, and how close they were to eachother. One hand went back down her back and landing slowly on her ass, flashing her a small wink as he gave it a squeeze and pulled her a bit more against him. He would never have guessed when he went into the club that day that he would be in this position.

"Well, a lot of the guys here wouldn't really be worth coming out for..." Ian muttered, thinking about some of the corny lines and advances he saw a few of the guys throw at Carmen, and that was just a small amount of them. He could only imagine what kind of crap the rest of them were packing. His thoughts of other people were interupted by thoughts of how sexy she looked with her hair all tassled like that. "I was born in raised in New York as well...I was just never much of the party type. I think I went to a club about three times when I was in high school." He said with a small chuckle.

The song changed to one much a much faster tempo, doing his best to keep up with it and keep up with her. His eyes couldn't help but stray a little bit downward to catch a glimpse of her body as it moved to the faster song.

"I was born in raised in New York as well...I was just never much of the party type. I think I went to a club about three times when I was in high school."

Carmen let out a laughed at his comment as the tempo got faster. She moved faster and moved her arms about in the air as they then went around his neck. "When I was in highschool i was already 21 for 3 years." she said with a smirked as she danced up all on him. She was gettign really into him and that was for sure. She then leaned her forhead agains this forhead, her arms still wrapped around his neck as they both danced together.

She didnt want to talka bout herself to much, after all she was a mob princess and liekd it keep that udner wraps. That's why she kept an eye out for her uncle's boys and checke her phone if her uncle called. she also wouldn't dare ever tell anyone her real last name or they woudl run off even more scared of her than they were befor. She was getting a bit hot, and thirsty from all the dancing and then said to Ian. "I'm getting a bit thirsty, wanna take a break for a bit."

She then took his hand interlacing her figners with him and started leading him off the dance floor. She had a natural sway to her walk as sh walked off the floor. she felt Ians tart to go back to the bar when she puleld him towards the VIP rooms. "Nah I wanna sit down somewhere quiet." she said as the bouncer took one look at her and let her and Ian through. she then lead him up some stars as they enterd a room above the club. Carmen a drink from a waiter whow as workign the room as she elad him to a couch.

"ah this is a bit better..."

Ian's arms wrapped a bit tighter around her, his head leaning against her as the tempo continues to race. He could barely even hear what she was saying not really paying as much attention now. He looked at her once more, their faces so close to eachother. His head leaned in a little bit and he thought for a second that he might just kiss her. Then she broke the silence, telling him that she was thristy. It seemed to break him out of some trance he was in. Damn, he must've had more alcohol than he thought.

He began to walk back to the bar, but felt himself being pulled in another direction. He was rather confused as they pushed through the crowd of people as they went over to a corner of the club he couldn't remember ever going to. The VIP section...was she kidding him? He had never even been close to the VIP section let alone gone into it. Surely it wasn't going to happen. She wanted somewhere quiet? They were going to let her in because she wanted quiet?

....Apparently they will. He looked rather amazed between the bouncer and her, then back at the bouncer wondering why she was let by. He decided it best not to ask just yet, all he wanted to do was sit down on these extra comfrotable looking leather couches. "You aint kidding..." Ian said softly as she mentioned how much better this was.

She watched as Ian looked around a bit bewildered how they got in there. "I told you I come here alot." She said with a sexy smile as she lead him to a couch by the window over looking the club. It wass dark in there but threer were otehr epople moving about. they looked like very rich and important people that waved and nodded at Carmen as they passed by. Carmen sipped her drink as she sat on a black elather loveseat as watched as Ian joined her. It was quiet compared to the club a diferent style of music was playing up there but quieter.

"You aint kidding..."

she smirked at him as she took a drink of her drink and she looked out the widnow over looking the club. Her face illuminated by the neon glow of the club. "This is much better." she said looking back to him. She set her drink down on a table adn crossed her long legs as her skirt barley covered her when she did so. she leaned her self so she was looking at Ian and flipped the hair out of her face, but it just fell back in her face. "You liking this better?" she asked him trying to figure out what to say as she sat next to him, they were close and touching each other. the lvoeseat wasn't very big, she didnt mind.

Her eyes were different now giving him a different look, she had a good buzz going but wasn't totally drunk. Drunk enough not to drive, but that's what her driver is for. she played with the siver chain around her neck with a crucifix on it. Her familay was strick catholic and the necklace was her mothers... she looked up at Ian silently...

Ian sat down next to her on one of the rather small couches...but the felt as comfortable as they looked. And now he was extra close to her, something he really didn't mind. He slipped his arm around her, not even realizing he had done so himself. He glanced at her. "Yeah...this is much better..." He said softly. "I enjoy the lack of sweat bodies rubbing against me." He said with a small chuckle.

He couldn't think of what to say. He was much closer to her than he thought they would be, and the presence of alcohol added up to a lack of anything he could think of to say. He leaned in a little bit, his cold gray eyes meeting hers and not looking away. He must say that she perplexed him. It seemed she could actually deal with his crap, which was strange. Most people, women especially, would spend about 5 minutes with him then give up and walk away frustrated and exasperated...this girl actually seemed to enjoy his company.

Must have been the alcohol...he might as well enjoy this while it lasted.

Ian let out a small sigh, leaning back once more, giving them some space to breathe. He leaned back on the couch, making himself comfortable, enjoying the pleasant buzz he had.

"I enjoy the lack of sweat bodies rubbing against me."

Carmen smield and laughd along with him at his comment. She still played with the silver chain of her necklaced as she sipped her drink. "Youw ant somthing to drink." she asked as the glass of the VIP roomw as shaking from the booming techno dance music. She relaxed a bit more agains tthe couch as she sipped the last of her drink and set eh empty glass down as a waiter came running for her galss. That was enough alcohol from teh night she didn't want to be hurling later. Her amber eyes looked over at him, she could smell his colgone and it smelled nice. Intoxicating as she tried to shaked of the affects of her drinks.

It was funny how she found a guy who could put up with her crap. Usually within 5 moinutes guys were running away screaming. Yet he challeneged her, as if he got off on her negative attitude. Or maybe the alcohol was makign her more friendly or makign he oblvious. she was enjoying the nice sterdy buzz she had going, only took half to night. She could drink like a man and still keep going, the affects of drinkign sicne she was 15. that and her liver was probaly pickled by now. But you only live once really.So Carmen ad her flirtacious nature she took her pointer finger and ran it lightly up and down his arm as she looked at him. A smirk on her face was seductive and sassy...

She glanced over out across the dance floor and saw a few of her uncles goones enter the club. Great she thought to herself. Maybe they weren't here looking for her. she she turned away from the window so they couldn't see her as she kept her cool. She keep running her finger up and down his arm...

Ian wasn't sure if it would be wise to have another drink. He had already had quite a few already, would it really be smart to have another? Hell, he thought, he already was gonna be waking up with a bitch of a headache, one more couldn't hurt that much. "Sure...whatever, I don't care what it is." He said with a small shrug. He wasn't going to be able to taste it much anyway so it didn't matter what drink her got.

There was a minute or so when niether of them spoke. All they did was look at eachother, sliding slowly closer to eachother. Then she began to run her fingers up and down his arm, the contact felt rather nice. Contact that wasn't aggressive was something he hadn't had in a long time, as long as he could remember. He brought one hand up to her neck, fingers slowly tracing along the smooth skin.

He notice her looking across the floor, wondering what exactly it was that she was looking at. He was about to inquire but she continued to brush her fingers up and down his arm, and he didn't want to break the moment. He raised another hand up to her neck, continuing his motions on the other side, then moving up to her cheeks and softly caressing them.

Carmen smirked a bit as hi ran his hands up and down her neck. Her neck was her sweet spot, any guy could get her to do anyhting, as long as they touched it the right way. And so far Ian was touching it the right was as he than began o caress her cheeks as they just looked at each other. She could feel her heart pouding fast and hard against her chest as her figner tips moved about his arms. they then went to his chest and slowly moved up and down his chest as she moved so close to him they were basically on top of each other and intertwined.

Her heart was beating reall fast as their faces were centimeters from each other. Her lucious latina lips were about to meet his when the VIP door swung open and a loud deep booming voice yelled. "Carmen" she jolt away and looked to teh door as there stood her uncles right hand man. She knew he was going to be dragging her out in about five minutes. "You uncle wants you home now." he said toh er as he alked closer. she roleld her eyes at him as he reponded. "i dont need your attitude tonight." There she knew he probaly made somone sleep with the fishes ealier and she needed tob e home for saftey.

If you kill a man in a mob it was about 3 hours befor the whole mob knew and knew who did it so the whole other mob was in danger. Lucky for Carmen. she reache din her purse and grab her card and nodded her her uncles right hand man. "Alright I'll be down in 2 minutes."she said to him he responded with "one" she nodded. She turned to ian befor he could ask a question and slipped her card in his pocket. "Call me alright." she said as she stood up and strutted to the stairs and soon disapeared down the steps. You could see her being pulled across the dance floor with the men as they exited the club... so much for a perfect evening...