TOUCH AND GO [o]

[Adrian Flynn]

WHAT A WICKED TO THING TO SAY YOU NEVER FELT THIS WAY

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ADRIAN WAS RATHER FOND OF CLUB ENVEL, in the sense that while there were far classier places to drink and grind the night away (hell, he'd been in restrooms that probably were twice as expensive to build), there was a feeling of anonymity here. Here, most of the people here were locals, regular people; here, he was just another (albeit especially good-looking, if he could say so himself) face in the crowd.

It was a nice feeling.

The pulsating lights were nearly dizzying, changing from hue to hue. Adrian could feel the music vibrating in his body, heart pounding as he danced his way through the crowd. A small girl in an impossibly short dress pressed against him. Smiling coquettishly, she leaned forward on her toes so that her mouth was by his ear, whispering words he could only barely make out in the deafening noise of the dance floor (what was the song, anyway?)-- words that would make most people blush from their feet to the tips of their ears. Adrian was not most people.

Grinning, he swept her into a kiss. Adrian wasn't particularly looking for anyone to take back to his penthouse tonight, but he'd certainly reward her for her efforts. Parting, he drew back up and blew her another kiss, before allowing himself to be moved away by the crowd. "Ciao, bella," he called, trying to remember the way that one magnificent specimen of an Italian man had spoken at the last shoot. Girls, he'd been told, had a weakness for the Romance languages.

Thoughts otherwise occupied, he didn't turn around in time to see the oncoming collision with another patron of Club Revel. Stumbling forward, he caught himself with cat-like grace, before carefully maneuvering to turn around. "Oh, my bad," Adrian shouted over the din, voice apologetic. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

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