Something Stupid (Georgia)

[Dante Stark]

Dante was hesitant about arranging a second date with Georgia, he wanted to not seem to over confident and he didn't want to seem to clingy either so he just calmly texted her to see if she wanted to meet up for some quiet drinks in one of the places downtown. He'd looked through his various wardrobe and found he'd only had a suit as most of his other clothing had been torn or needed to be wash and he sighed grabbing it and pulling it out of the wardrobe. He felt stupid looking at himself in the mirror as he adjusted his bow tie. "Names Bond.. James Bond... " He mimicked as he smirked at himself in the mirror.. For the first time he'd actually shaved his stubble off as he stepped out of his apartment and down towards the taxi waiting for him.

He arrived outside the club and realised that there were other people wearing stuff fancier than his and he didn't feel much like a tool now.. He knew he'd suffer some of Georgia's remarks as she tended to like to shoot her mouth about his appearance, Dante stepped inside and heard the sounds of somebody murdering the karaoke and he laughed as he went to the bar and ordered himself a scotch before procuring himself a table near the bar. Dante felt stupid sitting her all dulled up and he felt like a monkey in a suit he should have washed his clothing.. Although it didn't hurt to look smart for one evening. Dante heard giggles whenever he ordered himself a drink as he looked like the type to not look good in a suit, he sat there praying Georgia would actually have come to see him or she'd been leading him on for some twisted game of hers.

Dante called one of the waitresses over and asked her for another drink and she asked him for his name. "Bond.. James Bond.." He smiled sarcastically as she went away to prep his drinks, he relaxed in the chair and watched as the man on stage killed some of the greatest hits known to man and he chuckled lightly... Oh it's going to be a fun night.

[Georgia Levita]

Gia knew the club they were going to, she knew it well enough and she knew what would be acceptable to wear there. The fact was it wouldn’t go well to look snobby but like hell if she was going to be shown up by any of the bitches in there, no way would they be able to get in the way of her tonight. It had taken her a while to get everything sorted, in fact it had taken a long while after she had climbed out of the shower to dry off, moisturise and dust off her body with a light shimmer that gave her a slightly golden glimmer in certain lights, nothing obvious but it was certainly pretty as hell.

After that it had been a matter of styling her hair before she slipped into the dress, styling it carefully in an up do which had just the right mix of spikey and sleek in her opinion. Make up would have to come after the dress she decided as she looked at the skin tone bit of… well silk that looked like she could fit it into the pocket of her jeans, not that she’d dare try, it had cost a fortune when she had gotten it, she had a few like it in her collection and this was one of the rare times she was actually going to bother going out in it. Sliding it over her skin she made sure it blended in perfectly, the skin tight fabric almost utterly invisible, the fact that most of it was utterly transparent wasn’t too offputting for her thought.

Standing in front of the mirror for half an hour she made sure that you couldn’t see ANYTHING that shouldn’t be seen through the translucent fabric thanks to the jewels which adorned it. In fact it looked rather as though Gia was entirely naked apart from the jewels which spiralled down her body, cascading from her left shoulder across her chest, wrapping as close to her body as a tattoo. They were even spiralling lightly across her cheek and around her neck, she didn’t need jewellery with a dress like this, hell she didn’t need anything with a dress like this.

Slipping on the killer heels she got into her waiting taxi and stepped out at the entrance to the bar, with many glanced from both the men and women around her as she slid in past the doormen and made her way over to the bar, it seemed as good a place to start as any. Glancing around her she looked for the familiar profile of Dante among the crowd. It was only after a minute that she spotted and recognised him, sliding through the people blocking her way easily to approach behind him just as she heard him say ‘Bond, James bond.’ Breaking out into a grin she slipped into his view and gave him a small smile. ”Does that make me one of the many Bond girls?” With a slight wink and slipped onto the seat beside him with the slightest of smirks, sliding her hand down her dress to make sure it hadn’t ridden up anywhere that it shouldn’t. No, thankfully she was all covered and her dignity was intact, it was only through years of practise though that she managed to remain calm and not blush under the eyes of all the people in the club that could see almost every bit of her, almost every bit of her except the scars down her one leg which were miraculously covered by jewels, she had gotten the dress tailored for that very purpose, oh so revealing and yet it showed nothing. It was perfect.

[Dante Stark]

Dante smirked as he heard her approach and she'd already spoken a witty comment to him and he chuckled before responding with his own; "Baby.. In that dress you could certainly be one of my bond girls.. i mean unless Elton John doesn't take it back from you first.." Dante chuckled slowly sipping on a martini, she'd come dressed in an outfit that certainly impressed him even if they did look like goofballs in a club like this - Dante slipped his drink slowly as she sat down and he grabbed the waitress and ordered Georgia a drink.. She looked divine in her dress he'd give her that she certainly knew how to..sparkle... He thought to himself about how stupid that actually sounded in his head and he kept it to himself.

He felt like James Bond sitting here all dulled up and shaven, he wondered if Georgia preferred a man who knew how to look smart and dully himself up.. He was never one to actually walk around in a suit like this yet he'd bought it all that time ago and now he wanted to wear it more often. Dante picked his drink up again and smiled proposing a toast to her; "To dressing up fancy... and good company...

Also if you wanted to know i certainly have a bigger pistol than James Bond. " Dante slyly winked at her as he sipped his drink.. Dante knew the truth behind his pun there he certainly did have a bigger gun than James bond he was surprised he was able to fit it in the blazer but he'd still smirked her thinking he was being dirty..

Dante was playing coy with her.. She'd seen his softer side that night in the bar and he was here this time to prove himself more gentleman like and less of a foolish buffoon thinking back to when she kissed him on the cheek he felt a warmth flush across his face.. Goddamn it... She had gotten into his brain and made him feel fuzzy and warm inside he wanted to take out his pistol and shoot himself in the chest but that would defiantly arouse suspicion and she'd wonder why he had a gun.. Dante sighed and politely smiled at her looking at how radiant in beauty she was.

[Georgia Levita]

A smirk flickered across her tanned features as she sat down across from him, letting one of her long, slender fingers trace across the back of her opposite hand, feeling the rings she wore though no longer on her ring finger, long since moved onto her index finger on her left hand. ”Sorry, I didn’t realise he would be more your type. I’ve got a couple of friends whose company you might prefer, one of them is great… hell he even wears lace thongs.” She sounded almost lazy as she spoke to him, her teasing not half hearted but simply relaxed, comfortable. She took a small sip of her drink, brought over quickly by the polite waitress that gave her a look that said it all; ‘what the fuck?’

Of course she still tipped the gal, giving her a dazzling smile that would have won over any one that hadn’t been working overtime for the last three weeks on a crappy wage. Gia herself had tried waitressing on and off, when she was travelling on her own for a while it had seemed like a good idea, fit in with humans and run after their asses then no one would suspect. It had been easy to do in the old days, now people needed all kinds of things, all kinds of traceable things. It was only lucky that she was very fucking good at faking every one of them, then again she was so good at other things now she didn’t need to bother with waitressing.

Instead she got to have fun, enjoy her time with her back and chase after pretty young men in bars, or at least it was her job to chase after this one. She let her eyes run over the immaculately dressed Dante, raising one slight eyebrow as she made it obvious that her inspections were in fact going well, she approved of the observations she had made, especially as her eyes trailed over his toned muscles cloaked well under the designer looking clothes. Her own body wasn’t so much cloaked as on show, all but the very worst areas where her scars existed, she managed to hide away all imperfections.

The toast made her focus. ”What could be better!” She giggled lightly, raising her glass in the air too with a small nod toward him before enjoying a long, cool sip of the mojito she had been provided with, letting the mint waft through her senses, washing away the smell of the people in the club around her.

”Oh I can believe it, you’ll have to show me later… I’d love to get my hands on it.” She actually laughed then, not because of the phrase itself but for the innuendo which was so blatant it was almost painful. The fact was she was sitting opposite a hunter and she knew he would be packing, regardless what he was talking about now she knew he’d have an impressive firearm on him somewhere… in fact she was sure she could almost smell it. Her sensitive nose was the best in the pack, as far as she had seen she could outsniff any one of them and that included scenting firearms on others, it’s just a shame so many around here were packing and if she suddenly changed into a wolf here people would react.

[Dante Stark]

Dante hide his facade well with the drunks and the fake smile, but the truth was he was faking most of his happy flirting with Georgia to advert his own pain. She'd made a reference to him enjoying the company of other men, he let out a fake chuckle..

By now he was used to faking most aspects of his life almost like playing a game a well earned game of hide your fucking anguish with booze and sex.. It was a fun game he liked to play; "Well I'm not one to enjoy the company of other men but maybe he could lend you a thong that i could glimpse you in... Perhaps?.." Dante was either bold or stupid, but it didn't matter they had been flirting and joking with each other for a while it only seemed fitting he made the first cock up.

Dante had caught her eyeing him up, and he returned favour looking at the exposed areas that the glitter didn't hide.. She had a beautiful body he couldn't deny that and she had some muscle mass on her that made her body seem athletic and vibrant. Dante continued to smile and make playful remarks at her like the perfect gentleman. This had been the first time he'd really shaved his stubble away to look good for a date he usually never bothered but he decided to take a new approach and actually groom himself.

It'd been a rare occasion but Gia was seeing the best side of him possible even if he was putting on a show.. He should have been an actor the way he mask his true feelings, it was a cold day and the man on stage murdering the karaoke was starting to piss Dante off... He stood up and shot Georgia a look as he walked up to the stage and pushed the small Asian man off. "Ladies and Gentleman.. I'll be your entertainment tonight you can call Dante as i bring you into the world of sappy love songs.. I also have a partner can we get a light on her so she joins me up on stage." Dante had just upped the stakes in this little relation of theirs she was going to get him back good and he held out his microphone as he played with the little device.

[Georgia Levita]

This was all a dance, as much as it was good fun in the end it was all a dance and she would have to be able to keep up on the dance floor. Still she was pleased at least that she at least had a half decent partner to do it with. It would almost be a shame when the dance was over she reflected as he sparked his comeback, leaving her with a smile that said if he played his cards right he’d be getting exactly what he wanted. ”You never know, after all I might need help out of this dress. You have no idea how difficult it was to get on.” This time she laughed and gave what could have been a small blush, her long fingered hand covering her mouth slightly for a moment with embarrassment.

Instead of giving in to her normal, natural instincts she pulled her hand away and calmed down, smiling at him openly now and trying to relax, remember what she was here for. Slowly she moved, elegantly stretching out one leg under the table, feeling her muscles tense and relax out of sight from everyone else. Her hand caressed her glass lightly, fingering it absentmindedly as she finally drew it to her lips to take a long, slow drink, the mint smell once more blocking out the scent of sweltering human bodies, of prey, from her nose. Sometimes it really could be stifling, sitting in a room with humans all around her; they all smelled like food, some better, some worse but all food in the end. It was only through harsh treatment of her instincts and remembering the fact that she herself had once been human that she could handle it at all.

Just as she had been about to speak, Dante moved, raising from the table and sliding away through the crowd toward the stage. She wondered if he was going to go and punch the man that had been caterwauling for the last five minutes but suddenly it didn’t seem like it. The next thing she knew he was talking to the crowd and had a light directed at her. She could feel it burning across her skin, her dress glittering brightly and sending fractured shards of lights dancing around the room, glimmering across the faces of the curious bystanders.

Slowly, Gia’s eyebrow arched as she stared at Dante, not noticing the crowds that were watching her, staring solely at him and looking for his expression, looking for his response. He had challenged her now and there was no way she was going to stand down. Stepping to her feet she moved between the people, slipping past the crowd toward her ‘date’ who seemed to have been struck with temporary insanity.

[Dante Stark]

Dante had never been one for theatrics and now here he was standing on stage, holding a microphone and his date was coming down slowly towards the stage, the light still pointed towards her. Dante breathed for a second before bringing the microphone up and talking. "Now, ladies and gentlemen we've all had those special people in our life and more often than not we don't get to tell them those three special words.. I'm going to sing those three special words to you right now with my date here." Dante's voice echoed through the club as he tossed Georgia a microphone and the music began to play softly in the background.

"I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time, to spend an evening with me and if we go someplace to dance I know that there's a chance. You won't be leaving with me." Dante sang into the microphone as she followed his lead, he linked his hands up with hers and danced romantically with her swaying along with him breaking the microphone back up to his mouth. "Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place, and have a drink or two, and then I go and spoil it all By saying something stupid Like I love you." Dante sang again as he moved closer to Georgia looking deeply into her eyes and smiling softly, her face shone brighter than the spot light and he could feel all eyes had been on them as they moved around on the stage together... Dante felt the music picking up so he broke away from Gia's gaze and looked away before turning on the spot and looks back at her.

"I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lines you heard the night before And though it's just a line to you. For me it's true And never seemed so right before." Dante was almost enjoying himself here dressed up like a proper gentleman and singing with his date he'd wondered how'd she'd felt about being thrust into a situation like this having never done anything like this before Dante moved closer once more to her linking hands up with her and he knew they were almost done with the song he'd give the crowd something to cheer about at the end.

" I practice every day to find some clever lines to say To make the meaning come through But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late, And I'm alone with you.." Dante was staring her in the eyes now they were so close and so intimate this song had brought them closer together but was it all the show for the crowd or did Dante want to convey some kind of message to her using this song.

"The time is right
Your perfume fills my head, The stars get red And oh the night's so blue And then I go and spoil it all, By saying something stupid Like I love you... I love you... " Dante finished singing and he looked Georgia in the eyes and kissed her on the lips as they both finished the song.. The audience clapping and asking the pair for an encore but Dante was caught up in his own something stupid moment as he broke the kiss off with her and looked into her eyes.

[Georgia Levita]

The lights glittered in Gia’s eyes, sparkling like the diamonds that covered her body as she walked toward the stage, casting little rainbows with every step, her graceful movements slow and almost hesitant as her eyes met with Dante’s and she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, giving him a real look of ‘what the fuck’ before she actually stepped up onto the stage and stood beside him, catching the microphone with practiced ease. She should have known, a karaoke bar meant they were doing karaoke and it also meant that they were doing a duet by the sounds of it.

She recognised the tune, it was one she had heard before so many times, it was one everyone had heard, a classic but that didn’t reduce her surprise as Dante stepped forward and took her hand, his palm cool against hers. She ran hotter than any human would, someone might think she had a fever if it wasn’t for the fact that her palms were perfectly dry, smooth and soft. As he began singing the werewolf paused for a long moment, unsure whether to begin but soon her voice escaped her mouth, twining with his in a harmony that was appealing and good to listen to if not overly complicated.

Her lips moved in synchrony with his as she sang the same lyrics, focussing on keeping calm and ignoring the crowd that was watching her, instead she focussed herself on his eyes, gazing warmly into Dante’s eyes as she sang, body moving automatically around the stage as they danced together. Slowly she slipped one hand to his shoulder, carefully slipping her microphone out of the way as she danced with him, the intimate little scene ruined only by the many eyes that gazed on them as they sang together, her thumb gently caressing his jaw, looking for all the world like he was the only other person here.

Of course Gia was more than a little nervous about the crowd that were watching but she had so many years of hiding emotions it was almost easy to blast it off. Dante certainly had a flare for the dramatic, taking it this way rather than perhaps a quiet little dance alone with her but she couldn’t say that it wasn’t fun, there was a small smile playing on her lips even as she danced with him, matching the lyrics easily. ”…I love you~”

As Dante leaned forward, Gia slid herself closer, gazing into his eyes for one long moment before letting hers fall closed as his lips pressed to hers, her hand sliding up to the base of his neck, her body pressing a little closer to him as a slight warmth burned in her cheeks. It felt almost exhibitionist to be here on stage kissing him with the audience cheering and clapping in the background but it was the least of matters. Slowly as they broke the kiss she took a moment to compose herself before she returned her gaze to his, her hand brushing against his cheek she leaned forward to him, whispering well away from either microphone, her lips close enough almost to brush against him as she spoke ever so softly.

”Come on, let’s get off this stage and out of the public eye.” The smile on her face as she leaned back was innocent as hell, a warm blush suffusing her cheeks. It looked like butter wouldn’t melt.

[Dante Stark]

Stark took Gia's hand in his as they walked off the stage, cheers echoed through the hall as they'd left to venture back outside. It was near on dusk and people had disappeared and Stark had been worried he'd scared Georgia off, but she'd brought him on asking for somewhere quieter and Dante wanted to give into whatever she wanted even if it would prove to be disastrous for the long term affect. "Alright my fair lady, you're the one in control of where we had to.. I'm just you're friendly faced gentlemen in a tuxedo.. You're wish is my command.. " Stark laughed as he playfully jabbed her in the side.

They'd have fun at the bar it was a fun treat.. He'd never thought she'd join him with the singing but he was glad she did, she had a beautiful voice and was glad he'd gotten to hear it filling the air with a song and then there was the big finale.

"That was overly lame, forgive me.. But what would you like to do next.. I'm open to all offers.. ." Stark smiled gently as he stuck his free hand in his jacket pocket double checking he'd still prepared himself for all occasions he'd wished he could have brought everything but his tux could only hold so much before it became revealing. Dante played a slight smirk on his face it went well with his puppy dog eyes.

He'd always had a cute look, but he was hoping she'd not paid too much attention to him.. He'd had a slight blush in his face, but he was smirking and she could probably read him like an open book.. He'd have to be better than her at hiding his embarrassment.

[Georgia Levita]

Gia knew that this was now or never, she had to do this and hell it might be in the best interests doing this for the guy. Dante didn't deserve to be dicked around she knew but there was nothing else that could be done in this situation, her loyalty to her pack and Viktor was utterly unquestionable. Even if she did like Dante in the end things would never work out between a werewolf and a human, especially when that human was the known second to the lead hunter. So when she slipped her hand into his and started to pull him away from the bar and back into the semi-darkness outside Gia knew that it was the only choice, the best choice for both of them. Hell she knew Dante wouldn't get hurt, he couldn't because otherwise he would already be dead, no instead this would serve as a warning. Sure he wouldn't want to talk to her again after tonight which was sad but there was nothing she could do about that.

”Well then I can think of a few wishes you could fulfil.” Her hand slipped to his waist as they stepped into the chill night air, fingers brushing against his jacket as a smile played across her full lips. Slowly she leaned forward, letting her body brush up against his cautiously, raising herself onto her tip toes to press her lips softly to is cheek. If only this was the way the night could go, if only it could be as innocent as this they might really have some fun, go back to his or hers, roll around in the thralls of passion for hours and wake up in the morning feeling great and maybe guilty at the same time but life would never be that easy.

”How about we take a walk, or we could head back to mine for some coffee or something.” She used that overused line almost guiltily, the hint of a blush colouring her tanned features as she said it, such a little cliché and yet a useful one really. They could go back to either place, she needed only a moment to get in contact, check in her location and make sure he knew the situation. She knew what her orders were and in normal situations, if it wouldn't be for the intrusion she actually really wouldn't mind them at all, hell Dante was an attractive man and she knew it well.

Stepping slightly closer to him, she closed the small distance between their bodies until they were perhaps an inch apart, her hand still resting on his waist. Had this been a normal situation she would have leaned up to kiss him, she would have brushed her other hand along his jaw and enjoyed the moment for all it was worth without having to think ahead, without having to plot and plan. She missed the innocent days of her humanity, even if she had no choices back then.