Diva Fever

[tiny_dancer81]

Despite the fact that it wasn't the weekend, the Funhouse was really crowded.

Theresa had been concentrating on business, work for the Dive. She'd gotten some flyers printed up on the cheap at Kinko's, then posted them at various places on the Strip. The local entertainment rag was on her second-hand coffee table back at her apartment. She had tentative plans to call their reviewer and ask them to come catch a show. Her trial period was almost over, and she wanted to be able to show Mike some improvement.

The diminutive vampire was currently out on the dance floor, having decided to relax tonight. She'd fed half an hour ago, coaxing someone into the girl's john to latch onto their wrist. This time, there'd been no blonde Slayer to interrupt her dinner.

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[deannas]

'Are you offering?'

She hadn't decided yet. Did that make the redhead a cunt-tease?

"Drink up."

Slam. SLAM.

"And be prepared to dance."

[tiny_dancer81]

A challenge. Good. A challenge she was even semi-equipped to deal with.

Theresa finished off her round of shots, thumping the glasses down on the bar as the current DJ's shift ended. When the first song of the new shift started, she slipped off of her stool and held out her hand in Deanna's direction.

"Dance with me."

[deannas]

A hand? She was offering a hand?

It was time for Deanna to show who was boss.

The redhead jumped off the stool, and grabbed some of the ankle-biter's hair.

"I lead."

[tiny_dancer81]

The hair grab was a surprise, but a little bossiness was kind of a turn-on. Theresa followed in Deanna's wake, the tequila a muted sharpness on her tongue. The lights on the dance floor were strobing from green to blue to purple, hues that reminded her of the sole acid trip she'd ever taken.

Would the redhead object if she did grab her ass once they were out there? The fingers in her hair indicated that the older vampire liked to give orders. But that didn't mean a little fondling wouldn't be appreciated. She'd just have to play it by ear, as it were.

[deannas]

The music reverberated, pulsing through the vampire's veins. The redhead maneuvered Theresa onto the dancefloor.

And out the far end. Past the bathroom.

Through the fire exit and into the alley.

Safely outside, she pivoted and pushed the diminutive vampire against the brick wall.

Deanna smiled.