Keep your hands to yourself.

[Desert]

A new day....Same boring rutine. Wake up. Ride Wolf, ride Vampyre, take a nap, go to the tailgate....Well. Here he was. Same time as always. He got in with a fake I.D. What else? He sat at the bar with a shot ofvodka in hand. The alcohol that burned his throat when he drank it....It felt good.

Hopefully something interesting was going to hpen that night. He wa getting sick of the regular. At least his bod had healed after brutal beatings from his brother. He was strong and confident again. His tall muscualr frame even with itself. All bruises healed. The bright lights seemed to reflect off of his pale skin and silver eyes.

He payed no attention to the beat of the music.He didn't careor music that much. Well at least that night. He did stare at pretty girls though. He decided to lay hard to get a denied every request to dance. Sending the girl away. He smiled. Maybe tonight would end up fun

[Xx EcHo xX]

Ilyana had no trouble whatsoever getting into the "tailgate". Her pools searched the room round and full, not yet dialated from booze she would soon drink. She smiled smoothly at the men and the boys that passed her..They would walk past and most definately stare at her ass. Her shoulders straight down to the small of her very tan very muscular back was visible due to the lack of cloth. Her top draped around her chest and covered enough to get by. It wrapped around her neck in the back, the soft black satin brushing against her torso beautifully. Her leather pants were as tight and black as the midnight sky, but were very flexible. She was sure she could dance and grind as much as she wanted without her ripping the flimsy leather.
He eyes connected with anyone and everyone as they passed her as she made her way to the bar for some cold hard beer. Then...dancing. Her heart began to beat faster as her eyes ran across a relaxed frame that belonged to very very silver eyes. Ilyana made a point to ignore him, she didn't want to come off as desperate. She paid for her booze, blew into the bottle gently creating a vacuum. The warm liquid burned as it went down, but her mind became bubbly soon after. She smiled more, laughed more, and drank more after that first bottle.
Her hips rounded into full circles as she swayed by herself on the crowed dance floor. Her hair was let down and wavy only once in awhile would it kiss her naked spine. Ilyana gave flirty looks at most of the men that tried to dance with her, but she coldly turned away soon after. Teasing them was fun, but that was what she was there for in the first place wasn't it? She dropped lower to the floor and raised her ass up high in the air as she finally brought herself back up again. Ily smiled to herself as any passing guy would stop and stare as she ran her fingers through her long locks, moving her body to the beat of the music. Indeed she was drunk, but the beat was astounding. In her mind it was a steady rich booming in her profile, and she was loving every bit of it.

[Desert]

He drowned another shot and smiled at a familiar face. Ilyana was here tonight eh? Yeah it was bound to be fun. He laughed darkly at himself and stood up. Only t be stopped by a gorgeous blonde. She asked him to a dance. He took a moment to think. He accepted only to spin her away. Once her back was turned he walked away, out of her sight. He smiled at Ilyana. She didn't seem to have noticed him yet.

She looked sexy. And, like him, she turned away everyone who asked. A very fun game. Well it was his goal to make her his. His foggy, drunk mind bagan to put the puzzle togather. For the moment she's stay out of her sight than pop out of no where. What fun. Only to vanish a few seconds later. He chuckled. No, he wasn't desperate, but he was here for a little fun. Right?

Desperate no. Hopeless, yes. He crept around in the crowd. Watching Ilyana with curious grey orbs. His mighty stalking powers would help him stay hidden. He hadn't even talked to her yet, and hewas already emjoying himself.

[Xx EcHo xX]

Sweat made her back glisten as she stopped dancing, but only for a moment. She glanced over to where Andre had been sitting, and saw that he had disapeared. She sauntered over to the bar once more to get another beer..No, vodka...No..Andre? He's not a drink, you idiotshe thought to herself. She loudly asked for anything the bartender thought she should have and leaned against the bar to keep steady. Her eyes were completely black, her iris was all but gone. Her mind was crystal clear and she bit her lip with delight everytime a breeze floated past her, loving the feeling of anyone touching her.
When the drink finally reached her, it was a pinkish orange color. She sipped it softly letting her lips touch the salt around the rim. Ahh..Tequila sunrise.. She let her fingers slid up and down the glass, watching the precipitation glide off of her hot hands. She set her empty glass down and walked away. Imediantly she felt a set of eyes on her back. Mhm...A game, maybe? She ran her tounge along the inside of her mouth as she ran her hands all along her curves. The boom of the music was now faster, louder, and made her want to play her little game even more. She batted her eyelashes and smiled sexily at women and mean alike. Everything began to rush past her, but she didn't care. She kept her balance by leaning against a puny looking boy. One who looked as though he didn't belong here at all. He looked...young.. "Hey there..what's your name?" She purred into his ear; lips close and very pouty. "I'm Carter...Nice to meet you, beautiful." She was taken aback a little as she had heard his sweet lilting Irish voice. He souned much older than what she had thought.. She released her arms from around his neck and glanced over her shoulder for Andre. She didn't see him anywhere...Where was he? Maybe he left.. She shrugged a little bit and began to dance close to Carter, whispering things into his ear. She knew that if Andre was there...He'd like a little competition.

[Desert]

Andre stalked like a lion. He circled the beautiful woman time and time again. Getting closer each time. His silver eyes picking up every movement. Even that of a boy that she was leaning against. Ilyana looked around, seemed to be looking for something...him? He chuckled darkly. Was he turning into a drug? He crept around behind the dancing pair to evesdrop.

So, he was Irish? He bit his lip to keep from laughing. He talked to Claire and she said the Irish had a bit of a temper. So, why not make this short, young guy blow his top. And if Andre was good at something. It was making people mad. And the Irish....What fun.

His smile became deadly, cocky, just plain BAD! He'd try not to be rude. Trotting around to the other end of the crowd that had formed he came up behind Ily and touched one pale hand to her shoulder. Just to get her attention.

[Xx EcHo xX]

Her heart was racing as her ears picked up the heart beat of the young Irish boy. He was strangely beautiful in a sense. Carter's voice would lilt above any other she could have ever heard. It seemed to her she was being pulled closer and closer to him, and couldn't get away. He was addicting to Ilyana. He was as charming and charismatic as a drug could ever be.

She jumped a bit and was pulled from her irish trance as a hand was placed on her toned shoudler. Carter glanced over Ilyana's shoulder and saw a very handsome silver eyed fellow. "Ello there, why don't ya beat 'et? Can't ya see we're busy?" His pools volted a deep green. Ilyana turned her drunken head to look at the hand on her shoulder. She ran her eyes up the strong arm to see familiar muscles and very familiar paranormal silver eyes. She wasn't surprised that her devious plan had worked. "Andre, I'm glad you're here. I..uh.." Her train of thought lost her as she slurred her words a bit. Sh e closed her amber colored eyes and focused, sobering up a bit. Game time. Carter saw the look that was in Ilyana's eyes, the desire that would rack any man into insanity. That was supposed to be his. "Aye, ya name is Andre is it?" He flashed a dangerous smile. "Mine is Carter, and I'll be damned if ye muck up me dance with this pretty lil lass."[/b] He wrapped his hands around Ilyana's bottom, moving with her motions and smiling wickedly.

Ilyana pulled away from Carter ginning bashfully, and wrapped her long arms around Andre. She pressed her body closer to the newly healed one. She placed her lips close to his ear. "I'm glad you finally decided to come over here and dance with me. It means alot, you know." Ily placed little kisses along his jugular, and then looked into those deep silver eyes. Behind her she could feel the heat and anger swelling from Carter. He was a little cutie, but he was addicting like a drug. His smile, his laugh, his eyes, they were all easy on a woman. Andre had all of those same attributes, just not the Irish accent. [/size]

[Desert]

Andre snickered at Carter. So he was to start the fight of words? Tipical. He sturggled to remember Sawyer's insane British humour. Along with Claire's European sense of taste. He chuckled darkly. "That's the name, Carter. Then again...I could be lieing." he showed a row of prefect white teeth and he bit his bottom teeth in a devilish way. The cocky grin still splattered on his face

He took Ilyana into his arms invitingly. Holding her close. Taking her kisses like they were a drug. He grinned in Carter's direction. "Too bad the luck of the Irish isn't gonna get you far here." he tilted his head. Than looked to Ily and a kind loving smile replaced his dark evilness (learned it from Sawyer, they finally got to a truce). "I'm sorry, I was just.....distracted." Yeah, he was stalking her. What better distraction?

[Xx EcHo xX]

Ilyana almost felt pity for the poor Irish boy. He was a darling after all. She smiled at the man who wrapped his arms so tightly around her drunken body. Ily waved at Carter, and pulled Andre away, not wanting the "competition" to go any further. She placed her fingers into the back pockets of Andres pants and pulled him even closer than before. Ilyana drug her hands out of them and ran them along his sides and pulled them back down his shoulders as she dipped her ass down close to the floor. Arching her back, she made her hips look round and full as they were raised slowly and provocatively into their regular stance. She turned her back to him and slid her body down his then returned only to place his hands on her hips.

She laughed and winked at cute men that passed and as she did one of the only things that made her so very happy. Dancing. Ilyana was truly enjoying herself. Her naked back could feel the green volted eyes of Carter. Well, a little attention never hurt anyone. She turned again and looked at Andre. "By the way, you are forgiven for being distracted." She grinned a sly smile at him. She didn't know if it was the fact that she was drunk, or the fact that she was completely enjoying herself, but all she could think about was being a complete flirt. Biting her lip she gave her full undevided attention the the man infront of her,his strong hands holding her hips by her demand.

[Desert]

Andre's eyes didn't leave Carter's for a moment. Than he turned back to Ilyana and grinned. Only t feel Carter's eyes on him. His body moved quite well for a drunk man. He looked back at the Irish man. He didn't know what his body was doing. It was moving with Ilyana's he knew that. He just didn't know how.

He had found compitition. He wasn't going to let the Irish man, Carter out of his sight. Even out of the corner. He thought back to earlier that day. Sawyer was explaining the weird ways of their family. "Never turn down a fight....even with a faint spark of compitition. You have to be the leader of the pack." he had said. Of course Sawyer was the leader of the pack. And Andre was just the witty Omega.

He smiled at Ilyana. Looking as thought he wasn't off in la la land. "I'm glad I'm forgivin." he said. Looking down at her. There was vodka on his breath. He was still drunk.

[Xx EcHo xX]

Ilyana's head was beginning to kill her. She sighed and unwrapped her arms from around Andre's neck. It wasn't like he was noticing her anyway. Maybe she had made a complete mistake with drawing the competion out of both men. She rubbed her temples with her fingertips and winced. Her head began to pound along with the bass line of the music. With every note, every lyric, every sound, her crania felt like it was bein crushed more and more. She looked at Andre, and yelled. "I'm going to the ladies room!" She turned and hurried away, brushing against the almost lyrical Carter as she passed by.

Carter stepped foreward lightly. As if it would matter, youwouldn't be able to hear anything over this..American music. His eyes locked with Andre's, and he smiled. He was almost the same height as him, and about the same age. Being in the boy's face' reminded him of a fight back in Dublin. He had won it. "Are ye gunna run your mouth now, ya jesse? Seeing as though ya don't have a pretty dancin' lass to protect ya." He stepped in a little closer, feeling the heat of his temper rise from his profile. His body was stanced correctly, wide and defensive. He could easily shift and manuver when needed. His eyes grew a deeper green and he smiled one of his wicked grins. Carter arrogantly threw his arms out in a "why don't you hit me already" gestures. His brows raised in a interrogative position making his jawline defined.