Zina

Zina's small hips moved side to side, walking through the club. The skinny girl sat down at a stool. She orderd a drink, blinking her blue eyes at the bar tender. Their she waited, looking for some action...

Zachary

Zachary's eyes scanned the night club curiously from the outside. He sighed and shrugged his hands into his pockets as he made his way across the street toward the open doors, wrinkling his nose slightly at the strong scent of smoke and beer coming from inside. Once inside, he had to blink his eyes a couple times to get accustomed to the flashing lights before looking over the surroundings. Not that many people here tonight. His eyes landed on a petite girl at the bar. As she didn't look his way, he sighed in relief, not wanting to draw attention. He couldn't handle girls. Moving his neck to the side slightly, he let out an "ahh" of relief as it popped. Ok, now to grow some balls and approach the bar. He walked over to sit two stools down from the girl and looked at the bartender. A girl, of course. She smiled sweetly and headed his way.

What cha' craving, honey?

He offered her a small smile in return. "Nothing, thanks." The pretty girl's face fell slightly but she nodded and turned away. He let out another sigh. Good, attention averted. Trying not to look at the girl two stools away, he turned his back on the bar and watched the bar, not like anything was happening..

Zina

Zina looked over at him as he sat down. He seemed uninterested in her, but she was at least gonig to try and have a conversation with him. "Hi there..." Zina said smiling at him. She orderd another drink, making this her thrid. "My names Zina. How bout you?" Zina looked over at him, her bangs hanging over her face. She waited for his reply, if he did say anything. Her blue eyes sparkled, as she chuged down another drink.

Zachary

Sensing movement, Zach turned to look over at the girl and tried to swallow the small gulp. She was headed his way. And she was looking at him. As she reached him, he dipped his head, not wanting to meet her eyes lest she see his darkened gold ones.

Hi there...

He listened to the voice carefully, analyzing it for any suspicion. All he caught was flirtation. Then he distinctly heard the clinking sound of a drink hitting the bar right next to him. His eyes watched her body lean toward the bar. So she ordered a drink. He wondered curiously how many she'd had and if he'd have to drive her home. Her voice drove the thought from his mind.

My name's Zina. How bout you?

Looking up at her, he let his amber gold eyes meet hers as he offered a smile. "I'm Zachary. You can call me Zach. Nice to meet you, Zina." He let his voice lilt out, hoping it didn't sound too ominous or silky, not wanting to lead her on or make her scared. He wasn't sure what he thought of Zina yet, and he wasn't about to give her a clue when he did. He was good at masking things, especially feelings.

Zina

Zina sat down next to him, holding off on drinking anything more. "Nice to meet you too, Zach." She said, looking down at her reflection in the drink. "So, where you from?" she said, drinking slowly, waiting for his reply.

Zachary

His golden eyes watched as Zina sat beside him, his body immediately aware of the heat flowing from her body. Zach smiled slightly. So that wasn't her first drink before he got here.

Nice to meet you too, Zach.

Her voice was soft and approachable now, losing some of the flirtyness. So she could act a little sober now. He was happy for that. Drunk chicks are hard to talk sensibly to. He watched her every movement curiously, having not been in human company in a long time. He was too much of a loner, usually putting up a "stay away" stance to keep the attention diverted.

So, where ya from?

Zach's lips curved into a smirk at her curiousity in him. Either she was just this bored to keep talking to a quiet stranger or she was genuinely interested. He wasn't sure which it was yet. Continuing to watch her face, he replied, "Not from around here. Uh, I'm from up north. Around Alaska." His eyes watched her sip at her drink slowly, wondering for a second if out of politeness he shouldn't order a drink too. He glanced at the bar tender and immediately backed out of that idea. Her friendly eyes seemed too friendly. Clearing his throat slightly, he resumed watching Zina and managed to choke out, "What about you? Been here long?"