A Saturday Night Out (open)

[ashelsolh]

The bar was dingy, the scent of stale beer and dust riding the air. The dance floor was barely superior; some of the tiles were cracked and a weak disco-ball faintly flickered out florescent lights from its bulbs. Cheap top-40 remixes were pumping through the outdated sound system, and hardly any students were dancing. Most were peppered along the bar or at tables clutching well drinks, happy to have somewhere to hang out with their friends and drink cheap alcohol on Saturday nights.

Ashel sat with some friends at one of the tables, laughing and joking about the events of the day. They were all fairly buzzed and were enjoying themselves thoroughly, in spite of the various lacking qualities of the bar. Ashel was the type of guy to make the most of any situation, though: he was always fiercely positive. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt that hugged his muscles and worn bootcut khakis. His shockingly red wings were spread behind him, forcing Ashel to sit at an awkward angle with his right arm resting on the back of the chair. His wings would normally attract a lot of attention, what with Ashel’s natural panache and all, but everyone at that club was a student at the Institute and was already used to Ashel’s big flapping monsters. At least as comfortable as one could get with such ostentatious wings.

He took a sip from his watery coke-and-rum and screwed up his face in distaste. It was barely tolerable – it tasted like the rum was poured out of a plastic jug. For all of his congeniality, Ashel found it hard to stomach poor-quality alcohol. He pushed his coke and rum aside and craned his neck around, looking to see if anyone new had entered the club.

[Stella Booth]

Stella had hurd about a club that most the students form the school where going to and she just had to check it being that see went to alot of clubs and she just loved them. Ya she had a cough but that would past over time she just wanted to have some fun for the night.

Stella was wearing a bright pink pair of spankeys with a some glittery legging on the but that said Love a purple shirt that cut extremely low to show her pick bra under that was under her shirt. her hair that week was blue and she had a lot of necklaces and bracelets to go with the outfit mostly blues pinks and purples.

Stella steeped in to the club happy as ever but seeing the sites she grew disappointed of corse the crummy X-students would come up with something this lame the music sucked the place needed a make over bad it also smelled horrible Stella steeped right into the middle of the room and looked around her hands planted on her hips before speaking loadly so everyone could hear her “You got to be kidding me a room full of teenage mutants and this is the best you can pull off”

[ashelsolh]

Ashel raised an eyebrow as the new girl walked in, all dressed up to go to a rave. Instead, she had stumbled into this hellhole. Unlucky for her, he thought, noticing that her clothing was quite revealing and her hair dyed a neon blue. This girl is definitely loves attention, he thought to himself. He forced another gulp of rum-and-coke.

Suddenly she had everyone’s audience, trumpeting about how the Xavier Institute mutants were lame and chastising them for throwing such a bad party. Most of the students had confused or annoyed looks on their faces, expressions that said “Hey, who the hell are you to come in and say that?” Ashel’s was more of a silent “gotta work with what you have” puzzled look, shrugging his shoulders. It was true. It was Club Lyon’s party, not theirs. The students had no control over what went on behind these musty walls.

Her statement was met with silence. The last vestiges of an overplayed top-40 song melted away into the tension-thick air, the last guitar pluck ringing softly against the dirty wooden floor. The winged mutant looked around. Someone should probably intervene before the girl started offending more people with another diatribe. She had already offended a few people with the way she dressed and looked. When mutants get collectively angry, there’s usually a pretty hefty price to pay.

“Well, why don’t you teach us how to party then? Show us your moves!” called Ashel, raising his palms to the sky and lips widening in that trademark broad smile of his. As if on cue, the next song came on. It was Edward Maya’s Stereo Love, a very popular club song. It was one of Ashel’s favorites.. The synthesizer slid in like a greased-up Thunderbird, and the singer’s voice rang out through the dance floor, speakers straining at full capacity. Everyone leaned forward in their seats to see what this new girl would do.

[Stella Booth]

Of coruse Stella loved attention that's what she lived for the more the better so when all the eyes where on her she couldn't help but to smile even if they weren't to happy with her. she didn’t mind if it turned in to fight she could kill them and call it self defence she hadn’t used that one for awhile and she’d make sure they hit first .

She loved the eyes glaring at her and she stared right back daring them to tell her different about this club it was lame and there was no drought about that. When someone did speck up her eyes went to him she tilted her head a little smiling at the change thinking how she chould make it better. blowing the place up would help but when the music came on she had diffent planes.

“Fine then” She moved to him and grabbing his drink and placings it on the bar smiling up at him “You should no that this isn’t fun with out someone else with you” She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dance floor before he could say anything. and started to move with the music her hips swaying back and forth her hair moving with her she smirked at the guy. He was kinda of cute but she’d weight to see how he handeled her

(o.c stella is sick with the mutant bug you got to roll heehe good luck)

[ashelsolh]

Ashel found himself being guided to the dance floor by the gaudily dressed girl. She had set his drink of the bar and started swaying to the trance music, every twirl of her hair in sync with the galvanizing undertones of the synthesizer. The girl was lost in the music. And everyone’s eyes were on the two of them.

The young mutant glanced over his shoulder back at his buddies, who were laughing and giving him the thumbs up. Typical. He reached over to the bar and grabbed his drink. Watery or not, he would need some liquid courage to do what he was about to do in front of half the school. He downed the rest of the rum-and-coke in one gulp, scowling as the bitterness rolled down his tongue and into his throat. He hadn’t quite developed the adult’s taste for alcohol yet.

He slammed the glass back onto the bar and turned to Stella, who was still swaying her hips and head wildly to the beat of the song. Ashel stepped forward and put his left hand on her waist, gripping it firmly but gently. He raised his right arm over his head, pumping his fist to the familiar xylophone chorus. His thick, strong red wings unfolded to their full length and beat to the same rhythm. Inadvertently, the people behind him were pushed back a few inches from the sheer windpower that his wings created, pumping them powerfully like blades on a windmill. Wolf whistles and cat-calls abounded, directed at the couple. The young mutant looked down into her eyes, wondering what he would see.

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[Stella Booth]

Stella was lost in the music she was sure she was making a full of herself but what the heck she was having a good time and really if the students where going to go to a club then they should go to one and have fun there was more to clubs then drinking if you just want a drink go buy a beer some how.

Stella felt the man hand go on to her waist she leaned into him a little when he did so and looked up at him smileing wraping one of her arms around him “at lest someone knows how to party” she smirked at him. having a bit of fun with him.

she moved to the beat of the music moving her hand up and down his waist to the music. she loved this guys red wings, Red was like on of her top 10 no maybe it was 5 colors it was always changing anyway. but it was making dancing more fun and him more fun to be with She loved hearing everyone cat call and such around her. making an ever bigger sence out of what they where doing then it really was Stella smiled at him brightly “You know where going to be the talk of the school you o.k with that” she smiled enjoying this small moment, she might just have to dance with him for the next song or something make him by her a drink maybe.

[ashelsolh]

One of Ashel’s friends had ordered a shot of vodka from the bar. Using his mind (the guy was a telepath) he levitated the shot glass, brimming full of cheap filtered vodka, over to the two dancing in the middle of the dance floor. The glass quivered, a few drops spilling over the edge.

Ashel saw the shot glass in front of his mouth, bridging the very narrow gap between his and Stella’s faces. The shot glass started to tilt in his direction, and he reluctantly opened his mouth as the shot glass emptied its contents down Ashel’s throat. He coughed slightly at the cheap vodka as it burned his throat. Ashel’s friends in the corner table shared a collective guffaw.

The shot did him good, though: since he hadn’t had much to eat, it hit him pretty quickly. Pretty soon he was getting just as into the music as Stella was. He returned her compliment simply with a smile, and arched his back, his wings folding forwards. The large, feathery red wings hugged Ashel’s arms and touched Stella’s shoulders. The wings were tense with thick coiled muscle.

“Yeah, I think I’ll manage,” remarked the young mutant with a mischievous smile.

[Stella Booth]

Stella saw the mutant give his friend who she was danceing with the shot Stella would get a drink hear and there but she wasn't a hevy drinker but so far she had seen this guy take two drinks he was going to be drunk tonight when he got home if he kept this up but the guys face when he took the drink made her laugh it was cute his little cough and such maybe drinking and danceing wasn't a good idea.

When his wings touched her shoulders she was a little surprise about how muscluer his wings are they where...sexy she never thought that she’d say that about wigs but they where. She moved with him.

She as he started to get more into it she started dancing where it was very clear they where dance partners rubbing her hand that was on his waist with the music in a down ward mostion and drawing there hips clouser together moving with the beat of the music. with his wings covering most of what they where doing but she was o.k with it. it was kinda cool the red around them hiding them form the others yet the music was still there.

when he said that he’d manage she smiled “i sure hope so, because we might have to dance for a few rounds before everyone else starts getting into it also is dancing with me all that bad that you realy needed a shot” she smirked playing around with him drawing herslef clouser so his wings completly hid every dance move they did togeaher expect form the back where he had his wigs apart .

[ashelsolh]

Ashel was closing his eyes tightly, entranced in the moment as his thick, muscled red wings arched around Stella’s shoulders. He felt the girl’s hand moving on his waist and matched the movement of her hips with his, as each synth pulse spilled out of the speakers and hung around them like a thick fog. Every gyration of Stella’s hips was matched by Ashel. His threaded khakis were now touching her neon spandex. Ashel wasn’t typically the kind of guy to go out with the express purpose of chasing girls, but who could blame him? The situation had materialized almost out of nowhere.

People had stopped catcalling and whistling and instead just started to watch silently. Girls were shaking their head, guys were open-mouthed. The bartender shook his head at the two and mumbled something about protection and the new millennium. As the lights flashed on and off, it was becoming increasingly difficult to discern where Ashel started and Stella ended. It was quite a scene at the normally tame Club Lyon.

“I mean, I’ll find some way to tolerate it…” murmured Ashel, winking playfully to note that he was only teasing. She was obviously a good dancer. Creative, too: she found new ways to evoke intimacy besides physical contact. She was interesting, to say the least.

“So you never gave your name.”

[Stella Booth]

She giggled when he winked at her and teased her about tolerateing it “if its so painful to be out hear with me you can always just leave” she put on a little bit of a pouty face teasing him she hoped that he wouldn’t as much as some of the others guys in the room where wanting to be this close to her and to be moving there hands up and down her hips she picked this man to dance with not the others.

When he asked her her names she debated on teasing him or not but she just gave it to him “Stella” she said with a smile “And yours hansom unless you want me to make one up for you” she teased still moving with the music not minding at all how close they where getting, Stella hurd how quite the club had gotten it was odd for her to have any sort of club that quite, but she didn’t mind it just meant that people where staring at them and she was more then fine with that.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw some girl shaking her head not looking please with the scean that was going on Stella kept moving not missing a beat of the music but whispered in Ashels ear “Is it really so hard for them all to have a good time they act like we just killed someone and are dancing on the body”

[ashelsolh]

“Nah I won’t do that…I’ve actually decided I’m going to give you one last chance to convince me to stay. Persuade me.” He said the last sentence flirtatiously, taking his finger and pressing it slowly on Stella’s lips. He pressed it firmly, leaving a soft indent on her lips.

“I’m flattered. My name is Ashel, though. You can call me Ash.” He looked around suddenly, as the sound of chairs scraping had momentarily drowned out the pulsing trance music. People had finally decided to get up and start dancing, en masse. The floor was now full of young mutants grinding up on one another at almost an uncomfortable distance. Professor Xavier would be horrified.

“I guess we convinced them,” Ashel whispered into Stella’s ear, chuckling softly as he saw his friends strike out with a few girls. Edward Maya’s song drew to a close, and another song came on. It was a song from that one British artist, Craig David. He couldn’t quite place it, but it had a strong bass and a catchy electronic melody. Ashel’s back and shoulders moved with the beat.

He pulled Stella a little closer to him, breathing softly onto her cheek. His wings folded in, wrapping the two of them even closer. “Pretty good argument we made.”

[Stella Booth]

when he flirted with him and asked for her to persuade him she started thinking how she was going to persuade him a bit more but she smiled tough and brought her self closer “I think i can think of something”. she contineded to dance there pants slightly rubbing togeather.

“Ash hmmm like what is left after a fire, i like it” she looked around when he did having a hard time looking over his wings people where danceing now she smiled as he whispered into her her lessioning to him chuckling “ya looks like we did”

As the song changes she felt him pull her closer to him with them this close there was alot of physical contacted pretty much it was hard for him not to dance with out grinding or brushing against each-other in anyway, Stella didn’t mind at all and he was sure that he didn’t mind he was the one that pulled them closer she smiled at him resting her lips next to Ash’s ear “I know how i can persuade you to say” she brushed her lips lightly arcoss his check making it seem like she was pulling away with the music before she rested her lips on his and slowly kissed him moving with the music she let him disided how long and deep it was going to get.

[ashelsolh]

Ashel and Stella were very close now. Not emotionally, mind you: the two young mutants had just met. They were very close physically – there was literally no space separating their bodies. Their torsos and lower bodies ground against each other, building sexual tension on top of sexual tension. From farther away, all you would be able to see was a big red feathery blob, with two heads poking out above the wings. Two intense faces that were very, very close to one another.

“We really showed them,” mumbled the angel-winged mutant to no one in particuar, his intense gaze boring into Stella’s soft eyes. They were coated with thick stripes of eye shadow. Oddly entrancing.

And suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, they were kissing. She had initiated with a tentative kiss that intensified slowly as the music swelled and crested. Ashel was surprised at first, that he had suddenly found himself making out with a girl that he just met ten minutes ago; but on the other hand, as soon as the two had started dancing he sensed that this would be one of its inevitable results. This girl had the air of someone who likes to shake things up.

Ashel reciprocated. He leaned into the kiss, cupping the side of Stella’s face with his palm and closing his eyes. He kissed with a vigor that toed the line between passion and roughness. His other hand went exploring along her backside. And absolutely no one else could see anything that was going on, thanks to the shield of Ashel’s wings.

[Stella Booth]

Stella kissed back just as hard letting him feel the small metal pricing on her tongue that she sometimes wore as her tongue played with his. She moved he hand down his back as well and slipped her hand under his shirt toying with his skin why her other hand held his face to hers they kissed like this for a wile until Stella had to break do to lack of oxygen. She pulled apart regetainly still with her face close to his and her hand touching his skin she breath heavly and smiled at him “Think you’ll stay now “

She grinded a little into him, rubbing him her hand playing with his hair with a smile on her face, she knew that the wings hid what why did there but she didn’t care she didn’t do that for attention she did it for a reaction was worth it and she was more then willing to kiss him just as hard again. She gave a small kiss to his nose and smiled again.

Stella did look around to see if anyone had saw what they did but they seemed to be to focused on dancing with each other then they did what everyone else was doing.

[ashelsolh]

Ashel felt the cold metal of Stella’s tongue piercing tickling the roof of his mouth. He shivered slightly as her hands wandered underneath his shirt. He returned her kiss again, tilting his head back as he did so. As much as he was enjoying the intimacy of having a pretty girl like Stella dancing up on him, he was starting to feel uncomfortable through his hazy, drunken stupor. He still had no real idea of who this girl was and what she did. He didn’t even know whether or not she was a student at the Institute: those in the room had looked up at her only with surprise, not with a flicker of recognition.

Not only had they initiated the dancing for the night, but Ashel’s large wings and Stella’s intense personality had cut a swath down the middle of the dance floor. The rest of the students were giving them a large berth. They had cut a ribbon down the center of the club like the Red Sea, with each side yanked apart until people had backed away sufficiently.

Suddenly feeling the heat of the club pressing down all around him, Ashel lunged for the bar to get another drink. His wings folded back, compartmentalized back to his shoulders. He needed to compose himself.