Micah Carrington : Micah pushes into the club, giving his right hand a shake to make the uncomfortable plastic bracelet settle into a better place; his left hand is curled comfortably around Sasha's waist, fingers playing beneath the hem of her shirt. He's dressed casually: A black t-shirt skims his torso to disappear into the top of the faded black jeans belted low on his hips, silver buckle glinting in the flashing lights.

Sasha: She leans comfortably into Micah as she slips in, wearing her Goddess T-Shirt, the new jeans, and her high-tops. The silver chain rests proudly around her neck. She smiles up to him, then looks around, casually scoping out the crowd.

Micah Carrington : He grins back down at her, knowing she hadn't found the rest of the little gifts in the hotel room. "Dance or drink first," he asks, bending his head to speak into her ear.

Sasha: She tilts her head up slightly to listen, and flicks her eyes from the floor to the bar. She tils her head back to bring her mouth close to the other's ear. "Drink. Let's loosen up a little, first."

Micah Carrington : He chuckles and gives her a little push towards the bar. "Well, you can loosen up. I'll watch."

Sasha: She raises an eyebrow, then shrugs with a smile, heading on over to the bar. "You don't drink?"

Micah Carrington : He blushes just slightly and follows her, settling in against her back. "Nope. Not old enough," he answers just low enough for her to hear. "I don't think."

Sasha: "That's what fake ID's are for, babe," she murmurs, leaning back against him. She smiles to the bartender and orders a screwdriver. She pulls the cash to pay for it out, handing it over, happily settled against the other.

Micah Carrington : "Yeah but I don't look legal to be having sex much less buying alcohol," he says with a laugh, kissing her throat before ordering a diet soda.

Sasha: Her head tilts to accomodate his kiss, and she takes her drink, leading him over to a table and sitting down. "It ain't about how old you look. It's about the numbers on the pretty piece of plastic. Shit, I was getting into bars at 15, 'cause my ID read that I had just turned 21." She grins.

Micah Carrington : "No one ever believes me," he says, chuckling as he settles across from her, sipping at his soda. "I look sixteen on a good day...Maybe seventeen now that I've filled out a bit."

Sasha: She grins a bit. "So what, you're sayin' I'm lookin' like a cradle robber here?" A wink. "That's a change...usually, I'm on the other end of that."

Micah Carrington : "Never. You're perfect, Sash," he says, chuckling as he settles back in the seat, crossing his legs lazily. Smiling he winks at her, tongue sliding across his bottom lip.

Sasha: She laughs a little at that. "Perfect?" Her head cocks to the side, just he faintest hint of a blush, hard to see under the lights of the club. "I think you're pushin' things a bit there with that glorious statement, babe. Thanks, though."

Micah Carrington : "Well you gotta be pretty damn close to have pulled me out of the downward spiral I was in, Sash." He leans forward, head canting to the side at her.

Sasha: A little shrug. "More then happy to help, hon. You'd been there for me a lot, I just wanted to help you. And here, look at the surprised I got out of it." Her lips curl upward a tad as she watches him.

Micah Carrington : "Surprise," he asks, propping his chin in his hand. "You got a surprise out of it, huh?"

Sasha: She blushes. "Sorry, bad word choice. What I meant to say is, look at the...err..." She trails off. She doesn't know exactly what she meant. She reaches up to stratch the back of her neck, grinning a little sheepishly. "So, umm...anyway."

Micah Carrington : He smiles, blushing softly. "I adore you too."

Sasha: "Thanks." She takes a deep breath, then clears her throat, trying to find some poise. "So, uh...you come here often?" A cheeky grin, at the infamous pick-up line...a way to return some comfortable banter to the conversation.

Micah Carrington : He laughs. "Um, no. First time," he says, coughing. "You?" A grin, brow arching at her as he bumps his booted foot against hers playfully.

Sasha: "Nope. First-timer here, too." She winks at him, idly returning the foot bump under the table as she pulls a cigarette, pack going on the table between them. "Not often I can say that, anymore, I suppose."

Micah Carrington : "I think," he says slowly, pulling the pack towards him, "that we'll be giving each other a lot of firsts, baby."

Sasha: She considers that a moment, lighting the cigarette and passing the lighter over after. "Such as?"

Micah Carrington : "Who knows." He shrugs and lights up, inhaling deep. His green eyes sparkle in the flashing, brightly colored lights, mischief and hope deep in their depths. "Real life...love," he says, exhaling with a shrug.

Sasha: Blink. Blink blink. She stares at him a long moment, surprised, before the blush comes up, stronger then ever. "Oh. Ummm." She scratches at the back of her neck, fidgeting a bit. "I, ah...yeah. Could be." She smiles a bit to him...not disapproving or disappoointed, but just surprised and a bit nervous by what he said.

Micah Carrington : "Point is we don't know. There's lots of stuff we've never done. Either one of us, Sash." He smiles softly, eyes going heavy lidded in thought. "Sorry," he adds after a moment. "Spooked ya."

Sasha: "S'okay." She shrugs a little. "Just...y'know." She pauses a moment, nibbling on her lower lip. "You're right, though, there is lots we've never done, I guess."

Micah Carrington : He nods. "Yup. And I'm not, NOT, rushing anything Sash'. I love what we have." He grins suddenly, sharply. "And I'll fight to keep it."

Sasha: She leans forward, ashing the cigarette. "Okay." A little pause, as she takes a drag off the smoke...something to give her something to do while she collects her thoughs. "So do I."

Micah Carrington : "Good." He takes another deep drag then drops the butt into the ashtray as he exhales. Grinning, he rolls fluidly to his feet and holds out a hand to her.

Sasha: She stubs out her cigarette and takes his hand, smiling, and rises.

Micah Carrington : He gives her a little tug towards him. "So...after we dance ourselves into oblivion...come home with me?"

Sasha: "Okay." She steps forward to curl against him, leaning in to kiss his neck. She then heads toward the dance floor, leading him along.

Micah Carrington : He shivers at the kiss then follows behind her, his hand curled tight in hers, his eyes on her backside.

Sasha: She leads him out onto the dance floor and, once they're out, turns around and pulls him close, hands curling aroun his hips and starting a slow, sensuous sway to the music.

Micah Carrington : His face tips towards hers, soft smile tugging at his full lips as they begin to move. His own hands settle gently on her hips, holding her close.

Sasha: She looks up at him, grinning softly, pressing in close and moving with Micah as one. She's not a great dancer, though she has a good sense of beat and timing. Dancing is equatable to sex, many say, and at one of those, she's a pro...her movements, though, are anything but that of a 'professional.' Rather, they're much more intimate...maybe making a few nearby uncomfortable with the level of intimacy, though not vulgar.

Micah Carrington : Micah moves with her easily. He's not a great dancer either but their bodies have found a natural rhythm that his, at least, always seems to want to fall into without much prompting. He drops his forehead to rest against hers, staring into her eyes.

Sasha: Her smile is faint, but sincere, eyes a little wide as she looks up at him. Her usual demeanor has faded some, the snarky, teasing front that she usually puts up, replace by something sincere and uncertain, the real her. She moves in that easy, comfortable rhythm with him that they've found together, everyone else lost at the moment.

Micah Carrington : ((and pause))