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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 26, 2012 19:10:52 GMT -5
Month 7, Week 3, Day 6. Open thread.
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There is a little place in the heart of Detroit, where the food is great and the music is even better. A classy place, but with a youthful vibe, frequented by the creative, the intelligent and the wealthy. It is the very pulse of the city, in more ways than one.
And it is here that Arthur has taken his redheaded date. He walks up the building, a refurbished old theater. It's almost like Arthur has a thing for restored wonders! "Lovely place, no?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 27, 2012 8:29:38 GMT -5
Petunia walks in heels like she's worn them every day of her life, the velvety black contrasting with her red dress. She's barely touched the makeup - enough to make her lips ruby and her lashes darker. But there's a perfume that smells of chocolate and pepper Arthur might notice ever so faintly. When you're going to play the part, you might as well go all the way with the costuming. "It looks like the gin is cold and the piano's hot. 1" She smiles. "Let's see if it lives up to the promise." 1. Chicago; "All That Jazz" |
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 31, 2012 17:29:36 GMT -5
He picks up on that line, turning to smile at her. There is a little twinkle of misschief in his eyes. "Yes. Question is, if it does, will you sheba shimmy shake, shimmy until your garters break?" He chuckles, extending his arm in offering. Part of him hopes she takes it, just so he can have the satisfaction of wresting her away from whoever her boyfriend is, even if it's just a little.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 5, 2012 12:06:35 GMT -5
"I'd have to be wearing garters for that," Petunia says with a wink. "But I do plan to dance along the line of day.1"
She takes his arm and half-drags him towards the door if he doesn't move quickly enough for her liking. They are going to dance! Why is he dawdling?
1. "Drops of Jupiter", Train
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Apr 7, 2012 19:44:28 GMT -5
Briefly there's a look of uncertaintity on Arthur's face. The lyrics are familiar, but he has difficulty remembering what song it is. Doesn't take him long to flash her a knowing smile, though. "Don't let the wind sweep you off your feet."
Fortunately, Arthur is not one to keep a girl away from her music. He walks at a brisk pace, has a brief talk with whoever is at the door, and then they are inside. He did not lie about this club. It is excellent. The interior is lavishly but stylishly decorated, libertango is being played by a live orchestra, and there are already people dancing on the floor while couples at tables around the dancing floor are watching or talking, candles on every table only enhancing the mood.
Arthur smiles as he lets her arm go, only to offer her his hand, his eyes sparkling with the lights around them. "May I have this dance?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 7, 2012 20:39:40 GMT -5
The libertango strokes something inside her; Petunia's hips sway to the music. Her eyes half-lid, and she glances side-long at Arthur. "Yes. Can you keep up?"
She takes his hand, leads him towards the floor. Does Arthur know how to tango?
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Apr 11, 2012 17:27:36 GMT -5
Good. The music appeals to her. This will make gaining her trust so much easier.
"The fire in my soul needs to be expressed somehow."
He follows her to the dance floor, and when he's there, he wraps one arm around her, while he holds her hand up high. He smiles and starts following the heated music with his body, dancing, showing that yes, he knows how to dance the tango.
Onslaught is surprised that his human mind is so capable given how much useless crap is crammed in there.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 11, 2012 17:50:58 GMT -5
Arthur already has her trust that she came with him in the first place. Some might say Petunia is a trusting young woman - they wouldn't be wrong, but they'd be missing a significant piece of why. Of course, she's only just discovered that why and wherefore herself.
Petunia matches him for speed and surety in this dance. The next one, her dancing demands more speed from Arthur for him to keep up, then more for the one after that. Her eyes shine, and the only reason she slows down for the fourth dance is because the music slows as well.
It seems, if Arthur can keep up, she has no reason to stop.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Apr 18, 2012 17:58:55 GMT -5
Petunia really should know better. There are those who prey on trust, and she is dancing with the devil tonight.
Arthur is not an expert dancer, but he keeps up. He is light, fast, and has the stamina to keep up, though by the time the dance slows down, there are isolated, little beads of sweat rolling down his face. But the smile on his face shows that he still has plenty of energy to spare, as does the look in his eyes. Eyes that are burning with desire.
If she allows it, he will pull her closer, befitting of the slower pace. "I have never met a woman who quite challenged me as you do, miss Dahlia."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 19, 2012 10:36:10 GMT -5
It might surprise Arthur to know there are more dangerous people than him in Petunia's life. (It would definitely surprise Petunia.)
"Why not?" she asks curiously. "It's only dancing."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Apr 19, 2012 15:13:08 GMT -5
If Arthur knew that, his first order of business would be making sure there wouldn't be any. Petunia is his to break. He will hurt her like no one else ever has. And he will enjoy every second of it.
He smiles. His teeth gleam in the light of the dance floor. "That is what I meant, my dear miss Dahlia." They spin, their hips mirroring the sway of the other. "But I can tell a lot from the way a woman dances."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 19, 2012 15:37:52 GMT -5
"Oh?" Petunia glances at him. Then a saxophone slithers into the music, wild and seductive, and her body moves with it. Music has its hooks in her brain; Layla's first words to her were a song.
... Who is Layla?
Little sister. The little sister she stepped out to find full grown. Exactly what Mama Mia wanted in a little girl, not like Pe-
Her eyes snap back into focus, find Arthur's again, and she makes herself smile.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Apr 19, 2012 15:46:13 GMT -5
For a moment, Arthur believes that the slow dance is about to come to an end, with how the saxophone enthralls her. But her eyes do not match her hips. Arthur tilts his head when he notices that her thoughts are drifting. When she returns, he smiles softly, but he does not ask.
He just dances, but as he does, answers that question, the one that lingered on her lips before the saxophone kicked in. "Dancing allows us to cut all pretense. It allows us to truly get to know one another, see what lays at our core. A brief peek at the fire that resides within our souls. You, my dear..." He dips her low. He smiles again, face inches from hers. "...You, are like a bonfire. Fiery, dangerous, but joyous and warm. I like it."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 19, 2012 16:13:07 GMT -5
"Bonefire," Petunia muses, one leg going around Arthur's waist as he dips her. "Yes, I could see that."
Her foot slides down the back of his leg as they rise back up.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Apr 19, 2012 16:48:56 GMT -5
Arthur smiles approvingly at the feel of her smooth leg wrapping around him. His smile only widens when they rise again. It proves that the flesh is weak. It almost shakes his resolve. Then, the dance speeds up again, his heartbeat following the music, letting it dictate the motions of his body. "You tempt me, miss Dahlia. I would very much enjoy the warmth that only a bonfire brings."
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