Heres to the Night

[Cole Johnson]

Cole walked into the club, there was already quite a crowd on the dance floor, the professional dancers they usually have come on the weekends were out on the floor hyping it up, showing off all that they knew.

He was the air of uncaring confidence, his handsome features neautral as he made his way to the bar. The black t-shirt he wore looked wickedly good on him, his broad shoulders and fit torso. He took a seat his arms resting on the bar as he ordered a drink, his fingers drumming along the top of the bar as he waited.

He wasnt expecting anything to happen tonight, but depending on what came along, he wouldnt turn something down. He nodded as his drink was set in front of him and he used the stir straw to mix it better before taking a drink. Just what he needed. He glanced down the bar seeing a few couples, and a few guys, he made a slight face and a roll of his eyes before going back to his drink. He ws bored.

[Sashenka Vasilyevna Tarakanova]

The day had been, well, interesting at best. It had been full of people wanting to learn how to dance horribly, people watching her dance, and well, just more dancing. And what was she doing now? Dancing. Dancing had been her life for most of her life, but now it had been taken to an entirely new level. She loved dance, and that was now disturbingly apparant, and happened to do it all the time. It was her profession. Her way of making money so she wouldn't starve. Well, ok so that would never happen. Sashenka's dad wasn't totally against her and may send a few thousand dollars here and there if she needed it. But that wasn't the point. Sashenka had escaped a life she really had no interest in living. Well half of it she liked, the other half not so much. The whole "marriage" thing wasn't so high on her list. So since she had divorced her life was made hell and she moved here. Well New York, THEN here. Yes here. To the beautiful resort town....to teach dance.

But not only did she teach dance, she danced. She was a latin and ballroom dancer. She didn't like to dance Ballet but she could. She didn't like club dancing, but she did it anyways. And that was what she was doing as of now. Sashenka was a thin woman, with dark weathered skin. She may not have been tall, but she was a long legged wonder with dark hair and eyes. She had the physical ability to capture your attention and make you keep it there. Those were qualities you needed in Latin dance. You needed to keep your audiences attention. But anyways, as of that moment she was done work. She didn't have to be performing for anyone. She was just out having a wonderful time, dancing with people she had never seen in her life. Sashenka had a hunch that some of these people were actually guests who had decided to skip the lousy bar at the hotel and head here for some dancing. Or atleast to watch the dancers here.

Her long dark hair wasn't tied back as usual, and swayed as her body went to the music. Her dark blueish eyes wandered around the room, getting blinded for a few seconds by the flashing strobe lights. A short laugh escaped her pale lips, as she thought about all the people who could be having seizures right now. It wasn't all that funny for the people who could be, but for her it was. Other peoples tears made her smile. It was truly sick, but thats how she had been her entire life. People she had gone to school with had been really poor and even had to pay protection money to her family, and she was rich her entire life. She had gotten used to that and it seemed that their pain gave her joy. That is how she functioned. It had been a way of life for her.

The song was fast and had a loud beat; easy to dance to. She was having some fun, but also had some alcohol in her to help along the process. Sashenka could feel some peoples eyes on her as she danced, probably because of her attire. She was wearing a yellowy-orange bubble dress that ended mid thigh, showing off almost her entire legs. She wore a pair of mettalic stiletto heals to go along with it. The dress was open backed and was made of a very flowy material so she flashed some skin here and there. She had a guess that, that was why people were looking at her. Her outfit was just an old latin dress she had that she used for nights out. It looked quite good on her, and she was a big enough person to admit that. She had a bit of a liking for herself. But in mid movement, the song changed and she didn't like the beat. She stopped her dancing and walked off the floor towards the bar to get a drink. Her legs were a little tired as she walked since she had been standing most of the day.

The Bar was crowded for the most part but she managed to spot a place next to a rather handsome man. She raised her eyebrows for a moment with a peaked interest as she looked him over on her way to the bar. She stopped looking at him as she made it to the bar, and sat down on the empty stool. She crossed her legs out of comfort and called for the bar tender. He came and she ordered her drink; Vodka on the rocks. Her legs happened to be hard to miss, and Sashenka knew that. She wasn't looking for much, but couldn't help but play it up just a little. Her drink order wasn't all that original, but she was like most Russians. She was definatley an average Russian when it came to the amount of Vodka she drank in a year. Her dark eyes shifted over to the guy again, looking at his face this time. He had nice features, and was seemingly confident. She looked back to her drink as it arrived and took a long pull at it. She didn't care much for sipping it.

[Cole Johnson]

Cole thought for a moment where his brother might be, but it disappeared quickly. He was sure his brother didnt care that he was out with someone that was probably carrying a million STD's and probably has a few children back home. Hell the woman looked like she was 36 instead of 26, like she had claimed. Places like the resort, that wasnt uncommon to happen, he just wished his brother thought more with his head then his goddamn penis. Then agian it just goes to show, who got more of the brains in the family.

If Cole would have been honest, then he would have realized it was more so his own fault Blake was the way he was. If Cole hadnt smothered him from the world, hadnt cleaned up after him all the time and at least let him take fall to his actions, then Blake might be a bit more mature and think more then he actually does. Cole, of course, doesnt see that.

He finished the rest of his drink with a slight growl at the way his thoughts had gone and quickly ordered another. He turned in his seat, he had said before he wasnt expecting anything to happen, but that waas before he started thinking, now he jsut wanted to find someone easy and possibly dumb. His cool gray eyes traveled over the club and as they hit the floor Orange seemed to stand out. Everyone was wearing neutral to dark colors, so the bright orange of the dress really popped out and he studied the girl that was wearing the provacative dress.

She was attractive, with long black hair, he couldnt really see her eyes but he could tell they werent dark, not like one would have expected with her hair color and skin color. She had legs that just didnt seem to end and a body that put half the girls here to shame. He grunted a bit, she didnt look like an idiot. In fact he could tell with the way she held herself and the way she looked at others, when she did, that she knew exactly what she was doing. "Hmm... moving on."He said under his breath to himself.

Cole leet his eyes go back to their roaming and ended up catching that of a green eyed, blond haired beauty. She wiggled her fingers at him and sipped at her drink giving him a 'come hither' look. Oh yes.. perfect candidate. Attractive and he could tell had that blond stereotype down to a T. He smirked and winked at her before turning back to his drink. Hed wait for a little bit before making his way over. Like he was gonig to make it seem like he gives in easily, not to the likes of her. Besides this would give him time to find out if she already had an exscort. Hed made that mistake before and he wasnt about to do that again.

When he was about to get up to go over to her, he heard someone sit next to him, and out of the corner of his eye he caught an orange flash. He knew exactly who it was. It was the only one that dared to stand out amongst these people. Even the flashy professional dancers werent dressed like that, that was unless she was one of them. He wouldnt put it passed her she danced like one, so she very well could be one. He heard her order vodka on the rocks. Simple and definatly harder then what most of the girls ordered. Maybe she could be interesting. Besides now that he thought of it, he didnt feel like getting a headache from the stupidty of some ditzy blond and her high pitched squealy voice, or his most hated kind, the baby talk voice. Made him want to slap girls that did that.

She crossed her legs, the dress riding up quite a bit and he couldnt help but look at what she offered to be seen. Biting the bait wasnt exactly what he liked to call it, especially since he wasnt some hot headed sex drooling boy who lapped at the attention of a woman like her. No he looked because he wanted to, he looked because he knew that she knew what she was doing and why not let her think that she was getting what she wanted. It was always the best way wasnt it.

His eyes traveled up her long curvacious legs, they were strong legs, he could tell. From years of work that seemed to have paid off from the looks on the dance floor. He let them move up further to her thin figure and up further to her face, his gray eyes catching her dark ones. Now that he could see, she did have some catching eyes and it was more so the fact that they seemed to match her hair. His dark brow quirked up as he brought his drink to his lips taking a drink. "Stirring up quite a crowd"he said "You part of the professional dancers that they hire to come for a few hours to get the people going?"he asked her.

[Sashenka Vasilyevna Tarakanova]

The vodka burned a little on its way down as she gulped it. Sashenka was in the mood to get a little drunk and possibly pass out. But, she knew how to control herself while drunk. She didn't like falling into the arms of a man whore. Not that she was assuming he was one, but she had that feeling that he was like most men. Only for some odd reason, she had a feeling he wanted an intelligent conversation. This came from the fact that he still hadn't gone over to the green-eyed blonde at the other end of the bar. Sashenka's dark eye brow had moved up as she noticed her motion for him to go. It amused her a little, because she had figured that he would go. At first when he didn't go, she figured he was playing hard to get. But after he sat down again, she thought other wise. She couldn't help but flash glance in the blonde's direction. She had sort of a pouty look on right now, like she was SOOO disappointed. Hah, like he was the only man she could command. She rolled her eyes and ordered another drink.

She had a bit of a hate on for blondes. Her sister and the majority of her retarded female memers of her family were tall, blonde haired and blue eyed. Sashenka was blue eyed, yes, but they were navy blue. Dark, and had gray. Her sister, Kiska's, eyes were a bright blue. Gorgeous, but Sashenka hated to admit it. It killed her to admit that her sister was as gorgeous as she was. It killed her more to wish in ways she looked like her. Really anything about Kiska killed her. She hated Kiska with a passion. It also bugged her to know that she thought about that this much. Especially on her night of fun. As her drink came, she shoved the thought from her head started back to thinking about the guy who was still next to her. She wasn't suspecting, nor really wanting much to happen, but she had a feeling that would change with the more Vodka she injested. Putting the drink to her lips she could feel his eyes on her legs. She smirked as she took a drink from the crystal glass, knowing that his eyes were on her. She had a feeling that he wouldn't want to admit it, but hey, she didn't really wanna admit that she was watching him a little more than she would have liked.

She swallowed hard and set the drink back on the bar before glancing around again. For a moment her dark eyes met his gray ones, but the moment was shortlived. She continued to move her gaze around and it landed on the blonde again. She was no longer lonely and was whispering something in some guys ear. He was good looking mind you. She looked back to her half empty drink and decided to finish that one off. Just as she put it to her lips, she heard him speak. He was speaking at a level that would be that of him talking to her, so she assumed he was. She set the drink back down and turned a little to face him. She heard him say something about stirring up the corwd. Sashenka had a feeling it was something about her flashy dress. She didn''t mind because she liked to stand out a little. Being the same as someone else wasn't high on her list of to dos. He then asked if she was a professional dancer who had been hired to dance here. She swallowed the Vodka hard and set the drink down. She HAD to reply to that.

"Professional, yes. Hired to dance here, no."

She replied, thick Russian accent playing her words. Her tone was friendly, but still a little blunt. She had no real interest in talking to anyone right now, but since he had invited conversastion she decided she might as well join in. Her dark eyes flashed with a little playfullness as she looked straight at him. She wasn't really afraid to be caught looking at him anymore. Without looking away, she downed the rest of her drink and ordered a third. She knew what she was doing and was always in complete control of herself, but she wanted alcohol. She was in one of those moods. The bar tender had a look of disbelief on his face, but he didn't complain and got her the drink. He handed it to her, and she took it again and took a long pull at it. She had currently just injested more Vodka than any other person here who was drinking anything with vodka in it. She had a feeling that by the end of the night she alone would have downed an entire bottle of Vodka.

"I'm Sashenka."

She said after a little while. She had decided she might as well introduce herself. What was the harm in that? She didn't hold her hand out for a handshake since she didn't believe in them. She actually just didn't like shaking hands with other people. She would, but didn't like to. Her lips twisted into a smirk as she moved back to her Vodka. A pang ran through her stomache as she realized she was hungry. She hadn't really eaten much all day, and bar nuts weren't doing much to help that. She wasn't like most bean poles. She ate. Probably unlike the blonde who had just walked past with the tall guy on her arm. She laughed silently to herself as she ate a few of the bar nuts next to her. She had a feeling that his bar didn't serve food. She groaned a little and turned back to the guy. She didn't want to leave alone anymore. Downing the rest of her drink she asked

"Wanna go get something to eat? I'm starving"