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Post by Mikey Johnson on May 12, 2012 5:36:23 GMT -5
Mikey stood with his back to the wall, one arm hanging loosely around around the waist of some brunette who had approached him earlier in the night and had yet to move on. The Falcons had won the game against the Canons and the after party celebration had been going on for a while before Mikey had gotten bored, bade his farewells and had continued on with his night of partying at The Blue Lounge. It was a muggle club, and it meant that no one knew he was famous and he liked that sometimes, knowing that he could easily still get the ladies even without his name of fame, just wit and charm to get him to have a great night.
He really wasn't looking for time with this girl, she was already beginning to annoy him slightly with her high pitch laughter which sounded far too fake. But he was a ladies man and he never turned down a meal when he was presented one so he would hold on through the clingy stage until they could leave and then that's when the real fun started. Sipping from his beer, he couldn't recall what this one made but he couldn't have been drinking too much as he still seemed to be coherent. Tipping back the rim to his mouth he gulped down the bitter liquid, the coolness refreshing within the sweaty heat of people dancing all about them.
'Come on let's dance babe,' the girl on his arm whined in his ear. Mikey shook his head, "go dance by yourself." The woman continued to whine but Mikey just droned her out as he looked out over the crowd. Rolling his eyes as she continued to whine and stamp her feet, Mikey was thoroughly amused by her temper tantrum, as if that would change his mind. He had a seven year old son, as if he would give into tantrums like this.
It was then he caught a flash of blonde within the club as his eyes were drawn to the woman. Her beauty seemed to outshine everything in the club and Mikey knew that she couldn't be human. Instantly ditching the girl on his arm with a simple goodbye he made his way over to the blonde, leaning up against the bar as he did so, his trademark swoon smile in place, "why hello there."
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Post by Emilie Carter on May 17, 2012 12:10:10 GMT -5
Emilie really had no idea what she was doing here. She should have been writing, or playing or something, not here. This muggle nightclub was packed. She was dancing on her own- completely wasted, naturally. She hadn't been in London long, she arrived on Monday and this Friday night was her first weekend here, she decided she may as well make it count. She was dressed in a lot less clothing than she could ever remember being, Jac had never let her. But now he had no control over her. She could wear whatever she wanted. So she would. There had been many guys approach her, buy her drinks, try to talk her into going back to theirs, but she wasn't interested in any of them. It would take somebody spectacular to convince her of anything tonight. Someone would really have to wow her. She was so innocent. Jac had been her one and only sexual partner. So she just kept on dancing, the men coming and going. Her head was fuzzy and she had replaced the 'walk easy' pain relief charm on her feet so many times it didn't feel like it was working anymore. She was just dancing herself when she heard a voice address her, a smirk on his features, he seemed confident, cocky even, in his demeanor. Even in his words she raised her eyesbrows. He clearly did not know who she was. "Bonjour." She replied, her words, thankfully, unslurred, she didn't even realise the French slip. It was in her nature to slip back into her native language while drunk. outfit
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Post by Mikey Johnson on May 21, 2012 23:59:09 GMT -5
Mikey loved women. Anyone who had ever read a magazine would have known that fact. It was a daily ritual for the handsome man to make his way to a bar or club and be seen with a new woman or women each time. He could taken them all, any woman he met had never not fallen for his charm, and if they didn't Mikey would find a way to please them one way or another. There was no woman he couldn't resist and he knew that they loved him too.
So when he had gotten to the blonde maiden he had heard her french accent and words and he smiled a wicked grin. So he had his sights set for the french maiden for the night, and he was sure that with a few sweet words on his part she'd be in his hands. He looked her over and knew that he'd have to have her tonight, she was far too pretty to let some other man steal her away from him. He'd be enjoying himself tonight, that was for sure.
"Would you like to dance?" Mikey asked, his hands moving to her hips already.
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Post by Emilie Carter on May 23, 2012 8:18:11 GMT -5
Emilie was loving the music tonight. She loved the beat and the way she could sway her hips in time to it. She just loved tonight. She wasn't sure if it was because it was a really good night, or it was because she had had a few too many drinks, but she was having fun. Something she hadn't done in a while. So she was going to make the most of it, she thought, dipping down to touch the ground, before rolling back up with a smirk.
That move always got the guys attention. She loved it. It had been so long since she had used it. That was what she was thinking when the man behind her asked her to dance. He didn't even wait for an answer, just slipping his hands onto her waistt. She ground back against him pushing her bum back against his crotch.
Who even was she? Sober Emmy would never do this... but she wasn't sober, and she was having fun. So why not just keep going with being slutty? "Sure," She said back to the man. "I'm Emilie."
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Post by Mikey Johnson on May 30, 2012 9:41:12 GMT -5
Mikey was impressed with her moves, she certainly knew how to attract the attention that was for sure. The way she was moving had every set of eyes, including his own glued to her backside as she dropped low and wiggled and swayed. It really was a sin for a girl as beautiful as her to be dancing alone, it should be a crime. But every other guy probably was far too overwhelmed with her beauty, Mikey however was not. He was going to get this girl before the nights end, no matter what.
As the girl ground her arse against him he smirked, gripping her hips tighter as he held her in place before him. He continued to dance with this ethereal woman in his arms, well aware of the envious glares but he paid them no heed, if they wanted to have danced with her they should have grown a pair and asked. They probably were all too chicken anyway.
"Emilie...I like that," Mikey said to the girl, leaning down to nuzzle her neck, pressing his lips to the joint between her neck and shoulder. "I'm Mikey...Emilie..." said male whispered out, softly biting the skin, grinding up behind her as they gyrated along with the music which shook even the floor.
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Post by Emilie Carter on Jun 1, 2012 9:31:02 GMT -5
Emilie could tell this man liked her dance moves. Hell, all the men liked her dance moves. She just liked that this one had no problem actually approaching her. She liked a strong man, it was why she had stayed with Jac for so long... he had just been too strong. So strong that he over powered her will and she wasn't allowed to have freedom anymore. This man though, he just pressed his crotch up against her backside, his hands gripping her hips.
Clearly stating to any watching men- and they were all watching- that she was his for now. Emilie could feel the jealous glares being thrown their way, she couldn't bring herself to care. This man was gorgeous, he was built, and he was dancing with her. He had the guts the glaring men did now.
Emilie smiled when the man said he liked her name, his lips kissing that sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. Emilie's knees buckled very slightly and she moaned loudly, though it was almost inaudible due to the blaring music. Emilie pressed herself back up against the man, grinding against him.
She was drunk. More drunk than she had been in a very long time. "So.... Mikey. Just what are you going to do with me?" She asked, her English heavily accented as she turned around to face him, dropping down again, this time right in front of him, before rolling back up, a smirk on her face.
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Post by Mikey Johnson on Jun 3, 2012 9:07:54 GMT -5
Mikey loved that Emilie was reacting beneath his touch, her body's reactions a indicator to him that she was keen, and she was affected by him. Good, cause he was damn well drowning in her right now. He was sure if he didn't know any better she was a veela, or at least part veela. Her pheromones that seemed to emit from her were like a sweet honey that you can't help but try and eat, not caring about the bees there who are on guard.
Mikey smirked at her words, oh the things he'd love to do with her... As Mikey lent down he whispered into her ear breathily all the naughty things he'd do, a few rather outrageous things too just for the act of it, but he wouldn't mind trying it if she was keen of course. As she dropped and rolled he let out a whistle of appreciation. "Dayumn girl you know all the right moves," Mikey said with a small groan, pulling her back to him.
He kept dancing with her, keeping her close so that she wouldn't be snatched away suddenly. He turned her around using his hands, letting them trail along her body, mapping out her curves. Mikey lent in, capturing her lips in a seering kiss as he let one hand tangle into those long blonde locks and the other squeeze her butt, massaging the voluptuous woman through her clothing.
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Post by Emilie Carter on Jun 27, 2012 4:36:55 GMT -5
Emilie loved the music, she loved the beat, and swaying in time. She loved having this mans hands on her and she was slightly surprised by how safe it made her feel, especially because he was whispering such dirty, naughty things into her ear! All the thing he wanted to do to her… it turned her own listening to it. His lips up against her ear, she pushed her head back, leaning it on his shoulder.
They should get out of there soon. When the man was impressed by her dance moves Emilie smirked. “I should fink zat I know all zee moves,” She said, her accent coming through strong because of her lust factor and the fact she was pretty drunk. “Back in France, I was a pop star.” She smiled fondly at her memories of doing these moves on stage.
Jac hated it. He would go crazy, angry, but it was her job so she would so it anyway. Emilie loved how tight this man was holding on to her, it was like he was claiming her, it was hot. His hands trailed her body she loved the electricity that sparked through her body at his touch. She wanted him. Now. She wanted to get out of this club, but she wasn’t going to be the one to make that move. That was his job.
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Post by Mikey Johnson on Jul 1, 2012 13:42:51 GMT -5
Mikey kept Emilie close to him, making sure that the other people pressed up around them weren't trying to feel up his girl. He was possessive and he hated it when some guy tried to take the property which he had already claimed out, having marked out the woman in his arms with just his position alone, hands on hips, lips at ear, groin pressed to her back. It was all a show that this sexy french blonde was his for the night and no one else was allowed to touch her.
"Oh you do baby, you definitely do," Mikey replied with an amused smirk, suppressing the groan of lust when her words were laced with her accent. Mikey already had realized who the girl was by now, but she didn't seem to know him. They were in a muggle club he had to remember, he couldn't go off sprouting nonsense about magic even if he was drunk. "I...am a famous athlete...you may have heard of me in England a fair bit."
Mikey knew that he'd be wanting to skip out on the join sooner rather than later, this woman was driving him insane. He was certain it'd be an easy run from his house from this establishment, just had to catch a taxi since Mikey lived in the muggle area of London rather than magical. His penthouse apartment was not too far from this area, a ten to fifteen minute drive depending on the traffic. "Come back to mine babe, I'll give you a wild ride," Mikey whispered into her ear, seduction dripping from his words with a hint of cheeky tone as per usual with his style. He was glad Tyger wasn't home but was at his mother's, it meant that there was no chance his 7 year old son was about to wake up and walk in to see his dad doing the nasty.
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