Dancing Out on the Town (Job w/ Artemis)

The weekend was one of those times where Art relished in the buzz of the party lifestyle, although for him you could party on any night of the week. It was the weekend, where everyone else seemed willing to join in. Eager to relieve themselves of the stress and strains of the work week, it was a time to let loose and get a little wild. Life, even for Art, had been far too serious lately. It had been too long since he had enjoyed what he would consider real fun. But tonight, he was free, free to ignore his responsibilities as Artemis Dagger, heir to Dagger Corp. and future CEO of the company. No, now he could be the person he had chosen to be, even if it was just for a night.

He paced the streets of Crocus, no trainers tonight, this was an decent club he was headed to. Instead he wore black leather shoes, made of the highest quality material. On his legs he sported some dark denim jeans, and a black shirt, unbuttoned slightly to reveal the nape of his collar bone. He looked good and he knew it, Artemis had been dressing himself for years. Ignoring the recommendations of the pompous stylists his family offered him, because who wanted to look like a stiff. When you had the physique to pull off a much more suave and modern look.

As he approached Boomslang, he walked straight past the queuing clubbers. With a wide grin, he stepped up the bouncers, "Jerry, Thomas, how the hell are you both?" He said to the burly guys at the door, the bouncers looked up at him, both grinning as they recognised Art.

"Artemis, good to see you, heads up it's gonna be pretty wild tonight. There's a dance competition going on." Jerry told him.

"Wild huh?" Art replied with a thoughtful grin, "Sounds like my kind of scene." Thomas gave Art a stern look,

"Now Art, can you try not to cause trouble tonight? I know you always pay for the damages but still, my wife practically lashed me when I came home with a black eye and broken knuckles breaking up your last brawl." Art grinned, ahh, that was a good night. He thought.

"You know they were asking for it though, groping girls without permission. Punching their lights out was the gentlemanly thing to do. Besides you guys loved pummelling them just as much as I did, maybe even more so." Jerry chuckled, but Thomas shook his head, clearly resisting the urge to grin. Reaching out, Art shook Jerrys hand, casually slipping him some money. Jerry took the funds, nodding him in despite the protests of the guys in the que. "Enjoy your evening gentlemen." He said offering the a wink as he stepped inside.

As he expected the club was booming, filled with an assortment of bodies. Scantily clad women, desperately salivating men. The music was pumping, lights flickering across the room in various colours and patterns. The mood was good and the energy was high. Art took a deep breath, taking it in. This was home. He headed over to the bar, leaning across the counter, he nodded at the barman. "I'll have a rum and coke." He told him, nodding the barman got to it. Art's red eyes proceeded to scan the room, the male to female ratio was surprisingly even tonight. Usually there were more guys than girls, but the dance competition had probably drawn in more women this evening. Eager to show off their moves.

His drink arrived, and he picked it up, paying the man and taking a sip. As he did so, his eyes spotted her. Leaning against the bar, looking around. A fiery little red-head, curvy in all the right places, sultry features and kiss-me-quick lips. She wore a black and red number, assorted with belts and chains. The dress cutting off at her upper thigh, and the neckline plunge past her bosom. Hinting that the wasn't wearing a bra beneath, Art bit his lip. Devil be damned... He thought, she was by far the hottest chick in the room, probably the hottest chick in most rooms. It took less than a second for Artemis to decide he was going to approach her, the question was how to do it correctly.

It was at that moment, there was a voice booming across the room. Declaring the dance competition was about to begin. He watched her pretty features as they became irritated, his lips lifting into a smirk. So she wanted to dance. Art knocked back his drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he pushed himself off the bar and strode over. Hands pushed into the pockets of his jeans, he stepped up to the girl. Art was more than capable of handling a dance off, he had been enjoying the facility of a dance floor for many years. That compiled with the lessons he had been forced to take as a child, meant this would be a piece of cake for him. "I do," He told her silkily, "That is, if you'll have me."

Artemis took great pleasure from having her eyes take him in, he watched her eyes as they checked him out with a sexy almost predatorial confidence. This to him, only made her hotter, he loved a woman who could handle herself. Who could handle him. He smirked flirtatiously at her as she pressed a nail to his chest, his eyes dropped to her hand then raised themselves back up to her face as she complimented his looks. Questioning about whether he could handle her. Oh, I'm going to handle you, and much more. He thought, this girl was practically oozing with sex appealed. He wanted to lap it up and with it, every inch of her. "Oh I've got moves, don't you worry about that." He replied to her challenge, his red eyes boring into hers.

He heard the voice through the speaker announcing that anyone in the dance competition were to make their way to the dancefloor. He tilted his head at her, wondering if she really wanted to waste any more time challenging him. It wasn't like she had an better candidates, he knew that full well. He felt her touch drop to his hip, grinning triumphantly as she accepted him as a partner. He allowed her to pull him close, raising a brow as her body pressed against his, she was soft enough to squeeze. He grinned at the little noise she made, if she was making those sounds now, he could only imagine what other sexy sounds she could produce. As she defensively explained she moaned at both men and woman, he let out a soft chuckle. She was entertaining that was for sure, he looked back at her, offering her a wink. "Then I'll have to be sure to touch you right." He told her in a flirty voice.

As he was ordered to take the lead, he clicked his neck on each side, stepping away. Casually hooking his arm around her waist, he began to lead her to the dance floor. His ears listening carefully to the tempo, the music began to shift from the usual club song. Becoming a much more upbeat Latino rhythm with a modern twist, as the reached the centre of the floor. He turned to her sharply, grabbing her hips, he pulled her in. Gentle enough so as to not be rough-housing her, but with enough firmness to show her that he was taking the lead as she'd told him. He began to roll his hip into hers, not breaking eye contact. He began to lead her across the dancefloor, each step calculated quickly in the moment for a smooth and seductive performance . They were two very attractive people, Art knew the best way to win this thing was to make them the envy of everyone in that room. Have everyone want to be them or be with them.

Art looked down at her as she brought herself close, her face only a matter of inches away. He eyed her soft supple lips, that bottom lip looked so tempting, he wanted to leaned down and nibble on it. Running his tongue over his teeth, he took a breathe, he knew he had to be careful. He didn't want to go to far, but her body was practically begging him to run his hands over it. Boring huh? Oh no, no. He was not about to allow this woman to leave with such an impression of him. Artemis often left women with various opinions of him, but boring was not one of them.

He moved across the floor with her, he watching as her body moved in synchronicity with his. She spoke to him, her smooth silky voice teasing him, she was egging him on more and more. He caught the sight of her hips, shaking sexily, brushing against him as they rocked together. She was pushing for a reaction and boy was she going to get one.  He moved behind her, running a finger along her thigh softly, enough just to tickle the skin there. Bringing it up to the edge of these little black shorts of hers, conservative for such a forward girl. He pulled the lining slightly, holding it for a second then letting it go so it's snapped sharply against her skin. "Trust me baby, you haven't seen anything yet." He whispered huskily in her ear, before pulling away.

The dance came to an end at that point, he moved away, listening to her suggestive offer. He grinned, she certainly was full on. Was she playing with him or did she really want him? She held her own very well, but he needed more. More of those sounds she had emitted earlier. He leaned in, as she had earlier, close. If she wanted to play, he was more than happy to oblige. He tucked his hand under her chin, "I'm curious how a sweet little lady like yourself, can make such an offer to a man she has yet to learn the name of. Are you normally so forward, or am I just a special case?" He teased. " The deal sounds interesting. But I would prefer a favour myself. But what shall I have? A private dance maybe, work out some of those moves of yours. A Horizontal dance huh? I'm sure I could think of a few more creative positions." He added suggestively. Of course, he would never force a woman to do anything she wasn't comfortable with, but this girl was coming in so hot, he couldn't help but want to tease her. He had the image in his head already, her lying there dripping in sweat, begging for him to have her. It was a glorious and tasty image. "I'm Artemis, by the way sweetheart." He told her, Remember that, you'll be screaming it later.

As they proceeded to the next round, it seemed that Artemis would have to dance against the girl. He grinned, he was gonna give her a show she wouldn't forget. As the music stepped back up, Art took a few steps. "Blue will go first." The voice called through the speaker. Eying his group of dancers, they weren't especially exciting individuals. He would make easy work of this. As the music began to pick up, the beat was fast, much more bouncy this time. He tapped his thought, almost in thought, then throwing his head up. He broke into a choreography of moves, his body moving almost robotically, hitting every beat succinctly. He popped and locked, looking over at her. Eyes catching hers, he threw her a wink, shaking his hips seductively. He could hear a few cat calls from the crowd, he grinned in response. He delivered a performance, he didn't normally try so hard in such events but this was worth. She was worth it. As the song came to an end, Art stood there, panting slightly. His hair a little damp with sweat from the exertion. The pixie came by, and took the remaining blue stars from all competitors on his team aside from him and a tiny blonde girl. She had been okay, but the only really impressive feature was her flexibility, she didn't have as much natural rhythm as the redhead Art had his eye on.

"Now, the Pink candidates."

His eyes scanned her features as she answered his question with another question, feeling her hand stroking his chest sensually. It seemed his teasing had only proven to amplify her desire, and yet he wasn't sure if he was making enough progress to feel like this was a sure thing. He licked his lips, their little back and forth of teasing only exciting him further. He wondered what she wanted him to say, did she want him to say that he wanted to be special, that she was attractive to him. Wasn't that obvious? He was trying to seduce her for sure, but he wasn't looking for anything 'special'. If two people wanted each other, then the chemistry would move along them in the right direction. If done right they could both get what they wanted, At least that what he presumed, "Can't you tell?" He answered softly, brushing her hair back behind her ears, "Or do I need to show you?"

When she proceeded to accepted his offer for a favour, he smirked. He had something in mind, just not something she would have expected from him. She was probably expecting something crude or unsavoury. What he really wanted was far from that, who knows, maybe even if he were to lose. He would still offer the opportunity regardless, that is if things proceeded well. From the looks of it, they were going smoothly. But this mystery girl was a little harder to read than some girls, Art had the sneaking suspicion that there was more to her than she let on. That flirty forward exterior was just to tip of the iceberg with this one. When she didn't offer up her own name, he grinned at her. Enjoying her attempt of toying with him, so far he did not regret approaching her one bit. It felt good, to have someone on his level for once. Most of the women he approached were stuck up or too easy. It was rare to find a gem that could actually give a little something back.

When he had finished his vigorous and impressive performance, she quickly headed over to him. Feeling her fingers in the waistband of his trousers and her hot breathe in her ear. He leaned in, hanging on her words. Man, did he want her. If he could he was have her right now, but there was a timely pace to these things, the need to be patient only made him thirsty for more. He moved over to the side, watching her as she began her own show of moves. He watched as she shook her hips at him, her alluring eyes on his. He watched as that hand travelled down suggestively, his eyes following the path causing him to grin. Naughty... He thought amusedly. He wasn't surprised to see that she won that round, but then again he hadn't really been looking at any one. And why would he? She was the hottest one of the floor and his attention was all hers.

Art's demeanour quickly changed as he spotted the other male dancer approaching her, his cocky arrogance not quite as charming or as nonchalant as Artemis. He was trying too hard, that much was clear. Art watched carefully, the moment the mans hand touched the girls chin he was moving forward. Making his way across the floor in long strides, there were certain ways a woman was to be handed. But grabbed like that, was not one of them. It was one of Art's key rules, sure he liked to toy and play with woman. But he did it with dignity and a level of respect, and he never touched without permission. If a woman was uncomfortable, he kept his hands to himself and he never...NEVER rough-housed. His heightened hearing abilities managed to catch the conversation between the two, this twat thought he could swoop in a take her...like that. He had no skill nor charm, just an aggressive brute. It was pathetic. However before Art could reached out and deal with the man, Masha dealt with the man herself. Directing a swift powerful hit in the guys nads. Art winced, he knew the pain well, it wasn't often his flirtatious behaviour was well-received by woman. But he didn't usually warrant such a reaction, this guy on the other hand definitely deserved it.

He sighed, smiling at her, he stepped over the guy reeling in pain on the floor. Not taking the care to avoid standing on his wrist as he did so. "Oops, didn't see you there fella." He said offhandedly as the guy let out a grunt of further pain. Before stepping up to the redhead, reaching forward he gently cupped her face. He eyed the red mark on his chin, stroking it softly with his thumb. He tutted, he dropped his hands. "Still hot as hell," He offered with a grin and wink, before turning making his way over to the judges. He exchanged a few stern words with them, gesturing to the guy on the floor. Anyone listening may have heard the words 'self-defence', 'unacceptable behaviour' and 'do I have to make a call'. As he turned away with a grin he returned to Masha. "Don't worry I explained it was a reaction of pre-emptive self-defence, so you're still in, but I couldn't get him booted." He told her, glancing over at the guy who was being berated by the pixie.

The girl's words caused Artemis to raise a brow, a little sass, he chuckled. The more she tried to toy with him, the more he enjoyed it. The give and take was a delightful change of pace for him, only making him want her more. He grinned at her, as she suggested that had was less of a man than he was. A normal guy may find it emasculating but not Art, instead he rose to her challenge, "Sounds to me you're just looking for an excuse to see me naked, you're going to have to work a little harder for that sweetheart." He teased back. He could tell from her body language that she wanted him, albeit slightly guarded, there was clear-cut signs. He was just reading the signals and responding to that, he didn't think he was trying too hard at all. Any less may not hold her interest, this much he could tell.

He shrugged when she told him he didn't have to look out for her, he knew that but it wasn't his way. There was just something about his behaviour that wasn't acceptable, if she hadn't handled the guy. Art was fully prepared to take him into the club toilets and teach him a lesson. Because as much as Art played the role of lecherous young male, there was lines you didn't cross. Ways you didn't treat others, ways you didn't treat women. The guy had to learn that lesson, it just so happened to come from the red-headed vixen in front of him. Yet Art doubted that this guy would truly learn from his mistakes, some ideals needed to be drilled into scumbags like this guy. Yet Art was pre-occupied with the girl in front of him, who was currently pressing her lips softly against his cheek. He grinned, half-tempted to turn his head into it and take her lips for himself. But he resisted, he would have them later, along with the rest of her delicious self.

He glanced over at the guy crumpled on the floor who was slowly getting onto his feet, he chuckled at her warning. Looking back at her, "I don't doubt it." He leaned down a little tucking his hands into his jean pocket. "Hands to myself, that is...unless you say otherwise." He purred, relishing the thought of her begging for his touch. As a man of his word he wouldn't touch her more than necessary, he wasn't about to make the girl feel uncomfortable especially not after being handled so roughly by that prick moments ago.

The voice on the speakers caught his attention, he listened to it. He smirked, stepping to the side as the girl made her way to the floor. Crossing his arms over his chest, he watched as she began to move. Her body in perfect sync to the music, she looked good, real good. He was so tempted to head out there and join her on the floor. To move his body with hers, but he had to wait. He heard a little 'a-hem' to the side of him and turned, seeing the other female competitor standing there eying him sordidly. "You're giving her an awful lot of attention ya know? Can't I get a little of your time." She said leaning in licking her lips, pressing her bosom against his arm. He raised a brow eying the girl, her intentions were so obvious it was unreal. She was just trying to throw him off before his dance. A scent caught his nose, he breathe it in, Was that gunpowder, He thought. "Why be with trash when you can be with a real woman." His eyes narrowed at her, he shook his head and let out a sigh.

"You're right, no one wants trash, so kindly get your hands off me and go sweat on someone else. I don't want your stench putting off the only real woman here." He placed a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back firmly enough to get his message across. Her face contorted in anger, she pulled away and stormed off. He watched, that smell she had, people just didn't have gunpower on them to go to a club. She had something hidden in her pockets. His gaze returned to the red-head, just in time to watch her finish off her impressive dance. He grinned at her, watching as she confidently leave the dancefloor, blowing kisses in her wake. It was the guys turn next, his body moved so uncomfortably that no one was cheering. It was almost comical, but most definitely what he deserved.

Following this came the blonde, teetering onto the stage, Art's grin faded. His demeanour guarded, something told him this wasn't going to be a normal dance. It started off slow, almost like a song of interpretive dance, her body moved to the music, and she raised her arms to the ceiling. Art noticed the two bamboo sticks protruding from her hands, when had she got those out. Suddenly, Phwoosh, the sticks light up on fire, earning a gasp from the crowd. "Shit." Art muttered as the girl began dancing around the floor. Spinning the flames around the floor, Art glanced over to the judges, who seemed to be enjoying the spectacle. It seemed using props weren't against the rules. Suddenly the flames flew by his face, Art swung back just in time not to have his face set on fire. The other guy dancer however wasn't quick enough and Art watched as he wasn't quick enough to avoid having his hair singed. The rest of her dance went on with various tricks involving the fire, less of a dance and more of a fire show. Art sighed, he had to follow this, then there was the group dance. If she was going to be throwing those flames about there, it could get dangerous. When it finally came to an end, Art sauntered past her. "Good luck," The blonde whispered spitefully as she went past. He grinned, he didn't need luck, a plan began to formulate in his mind. How to smash that girls performance and give the red-head a good show at the same time.

He went over the DJ both, muttering something to the guy on the decks, he grinned and nodded. Art headed back to the floor, the music began, a sensual beat one he knew full well would work to his advantage here. He began to rock his body side to side, shaking his hips to the music. He looked up at the red-head, locking eyes with her. Popping and locking to the beat, this dance was much more suggestive than before. The more he moved, the hotter he got, he was waiting for a drop, just before the chorus came into play. When the beat hit, he took his shirt and yanked it open, popping several buttons and therefore exposing his muscular chest and abs. Earning a chorus of screams from the crowd, striding over to the judge table, he reached over grabbing an open bottle of water then turning he skidded to the middle of the floor, all the while pouring the water over his body. Empty the contents of the bottle, he chucked it to the side. Whipping his red locks back over his head, he looked back at the red-head. Smirking at her, he mimicked the gesture she had made at him earlier. By slowly running his hand down his body, all the way down before bucking his hips suggestively. Then throwing himself onto his front he began to rocking his body against the dancefloor. His hips rolling along to the music, the screams seemed to get louder as he rocked. Returning back onto his knees, he jumped back onto his feet, throwing his wet hair back, running his hair threw it as the song came to it's end. The cheers were thunderous, he soaked it in, his wet chest rising up and down as he caught his breath.


"There will be a moment to clean the dance floor before all four participants join for the final dance."

Song Art Dances to:

Artemis listened to her, smirking as she continued to challenge him, still pretending that he wasn't getting anywhere. He knew he was, she knew he was. She could pretend all she wanted, they both knew that they wanted each other, it was just a case of who was going to give in first. When she used the term 'mangina' he let out a little snort, shaking his head as he laughed. Compared to the comments they had been making, it was surprisingly silly all things considered. He didn't mind though, it showed that she didn't take herself too seriously. Girls that were all fire and no fun were just draining.

Her asking himself if she could touch all she wanted, made him lick his lips with delight. She was so forward and teasing, he was loving every second of it. "Within reason sweetheart, but try not to get too carried away, you may start a fire you can't put out." He replied, hinting at her own desire for him, he could smell it on her, that all too familiar scent of a woman's lust. It was a delicious smell, one that only spurred on his primal desire for more of her. According to the following sentence to leave her lips, was that she wasn't impressed. Somehow he doubted it, he knew enough about women and enough about body language to be able to tell she was enjoying their back and forth just as much as he was, still he would play the game. "Well let's see if I can change that."

He had wanted to pay attention to her dance, he really had. If it hadn't been for that blonde troglodyte trying to use her particularly lacking assets to pathetically lure his attention towards her. Yet, their interaction had caused him to miss the majority of the red-heads performance. Not only that but when she stalked her way off and hissed in his ear. He felt a searing irritation course through him, the blonde had somehow succeeded in putting the wrong idea in the other girl's head. He looked her over, his eyes showing their clear displeasure from her accusation. Jealous girls, he had dealt with them many a time. He had a selection of options, grovel and try to convince her that she was wrong, play on the jealousy and hope it may make her want to fight for him. Or there was the course he decided to take, a much more smooth and self-confident reaction. "You're jealous cause a girl like that showed me a little attention?" He tutted slightly, "Rest assured, my tastes are  a little more refined." He allowed his eyes to quite obviously roll down that figured of hers, before slowing bringing his eyes back up to hers. Here, right now, he wanted her and only her.

Her next comment threw him, when that girl had been distracting him, he had heard singing but he didn't realise it was her. As far as he was aware it was the part of the song playing, he sighed, annoyed by the situation further. Of course things just couldn't go smoothly. He wondered if he should lie and say that he had listened to it, but yet something about this girls fiery temper warned him not to. She had gotten pissed just cause he had looked I'm another females direction. If she caught him lying, her reaction could be fatal. He shot a dark look in the direction of the blonde, this girl had really thrown a spanner in the works for him. "I'm sorry to admit but thanks to little miss ashtray over there I missed it, I'm pretty sure she was trying to throw me off my game, and potentially you as a result by stealing my attention. Needless to say she failed." He explained, wondering how the feisty red-head would react.

As the blonde dance went on, he found himself getting even more pissed at her. He felt the red-head squeeze his arm after her attack on them, glancing over to her. "Not too fond of her myself, I could smell the gunpowder on her when she approached me but I didn't expect this. Watch out in the final dance, she threw a comment about you at me which I rebutted by calling her odious trash. So it's most likely a little personal for her, I feel like if we step too close she is gonna go for another strike." He told her in a serious tone. This girl was trouble and needed to be checked but the question was how. His magic was far too volatile and frightening for such a place. No one wanted to watch a monster move around the dance floor, the club would probably be half emptied within minutes.

Following this he set about his dance, loving the attention, relishing in the moment. Forgetting about the blonde for a moment and refocusing on the girl he wanted. When the song came to an end. He stood panting, after a few seconds the red heads hot body slammed into him, he caught her by the hips as she wrapped herself around him. Pressing her curves into him, he felt his own body twitch in reaction to the feel of her. Her soft lips caressing his throat, tickling the skin teasingly, he growled slightly with desire. Damn, this girl was pushing his boundaries, he wanted to lose himself in the moment. He had promised not to touch, but his fingers itched with the urge to reach around and squeeze her. Then as quickly as it had started, it had stopped, she pulled back. Her cute cheeks flushed, he grinned down at her as she tried to play it cool. They were shooed off the floor by the pixie and the club employees set about mopping and drying the floor. After a moment the dance floor was freed and the four remaining contestants were direction into position.

"Ladies and gentleman, may the final round commence!"

With that the music began to play and Art began to move, reacting to an upbeat hard-hitting rhythm. Not an easy song to keep up with. Arts body moved on its own accord, focusing on hitting the beats with precision and keeping his distance from the blonde. He watched as the sticks appeared in her palms again, Here we go... He thought as they lit up once more.

Artemis grinned at her response, his words seemed to have had the effect he wanted on her. The sieving jealousy seemed to be dialled down a notch when she spoke again. Telling him she expected all of his attention, even if it was only for one night. He was quite satisfied with his choice, he doubted that his head would be turned tonight. This little red-head was not only hot as hell, but she was exciting, a fiery personality and the wit to match. He was having far too much fun with her to waste the opportunity he had before him, why settle for anything less than the best in the room right?

He grinned devilishly as her anger and jealous dissolved back into lust and flirtatiousness. Enjoying the transition much more, a fiesty girl certainly was hot, but more so when it was aimed in another direction. Art had witnessed the full power of the girls carefully placed anger, he didn't fancy the same treatment. "A private show huh? Just us alone, sure you'll be able to control yourself?" He asked with a teasing wink. Before watching her turn, bending over in a very promiscuous way. Art brought his fist to his lip and bit down on his knuckle. The sight in front of him may as well have a heavenly spotlight on her, because the view of her ass at that moment in time was fucking spectacular. He dropped his hand quickly as she got back up, an amused expression on his face.

Masha fierce confidence in her ability to protect herself only made her hotter to him, he was not ashamed to admit that girls fights were hot as hell to him. Within reason of course. He smirked down at her as she suggested throwing the girl off, pressing her bosom against him once more. "Sounds interesting, I'm down." He replied, his eyes glinting mischievous. Messing with the girl who had almost ruined his night, that sounded perfectly fine to him. He personally got a hell of a kick out of messing with people, the thrill of seeing them get worked up was a great source of entertainment.

The next thing she did, nearly made Artemis lose all control. He was trying to play the respectful gentleman, but this girl was making it ridiculously difficult, everything she was doing was borderline pornographic. His eyes watched her lips wrapped around her finger, raising his brow as she released it with a little 'pop'. He wanted to throw her down on judges table and give them a real show. Artemis allowed the girl to entwined her fingers with his and lead her over to the dancefloor. As the music set into play, he began to move with her. Rocking his body against hers, he was trying to keep an eye on those around them. But it wasn't easy, he was practically ready to have her. If she moved close enough to him she would definitely feel it. During the dance he was sure to move in synchronicity with her, at one point. He yanked her close, running his free hand through her hand. Bringing it teasingly down around the nape of her neck. Before moving around and popping around chest lock, dropping her a wink.

He watched as the girl swiftly delivered a brutal blow to the blonde fire dancer, sending her flying across the dancefloor into the crowd. "Poor girl, didn't have much of chance did she?" He said to her, looking over from the blonde girl to the red-head. He caught her looking at him, he listened to her offering him a reward. He looked down as her hands crawled up his body, he looked up at her face and realised she was closing in. He felt her lips pressed against hers, there was a moment of moment before he sunk into it. Closing his eyes, he wrapped his arms around her, gripping onto her waist he pulled her in closer. Pressing their bodies together, he craned his head, moving his lips against hers. Just as he was getting into it, she pulled away, winking at him teasingly. He stared after her for a moment, before licking his lips and grinning. So that's how she wanted to play it.

Stalking across the floor after her. He took her hand and pulled her back in. Hooking his leg behind hers, he leaned her into a dip. Before pulling her back up and spinning her across the floor. Keeping up the rhythm, he moved with her, delivering fast and relatively fancy footwork. As the song was about to reach it's final peak, he grabbed her and pulled her into a lift. The song ended and the crowd roared, slowly he lowered her back to the crowd. "Not bad baby, not bad." He said to her softly, dropping his hands to his side. He looked after the judges who were whispering amongst themselves in hushed voices. He could sort of make out what they were saying but the crowds cheers didn't make it easy. After a few moments they stopped, and called out to the crowd through the speakers.