The beat of the music pulsed throughout the entire nightclub as bodies pressed against one another. The smell of human sweat as well as various lycan and vampiric scents mingled lingered in the air. It was all a little overwhelming for the young wereleopard, who was getting ready to get on stage. The music came to a pause as lights flickered off. Soon, the place would be illuminated by the orange glow of fire, while the scent of sulfur, smoke, and gas mixed in with the various other scents. Within the fire's glow was the illuminated form of Club Bliss's newest bartender. His attire consisted of a pair of sleek, black track pants and a black tank top that would hug every curve of that athletically built upper torso while his gaze lingered over the crowd when all eyes fell upon him. To say he wasnt nervous would be quite a lie, as he fought himself to keep his body from shivering. However, those nerves would soon fade away as the club's sound system flared to life, thus, sending the young wereleopard into something of a trance.During this time, he would remove his tank top, thus, bearing that lean, athletic, naked torso to those before him. His eyes closed as he touched the gasolene-soaked ends of the baton to the flames of the small candles sitting by the edge of the stage.
What was once fear, brought upon by stage fright, soon dissipated and transformed into something of seduction. The flaming batons began their rythmic, hypnotic twirl while his body soon fell into the beat of the Industrial music. There were a few ooo's and ahh's as valcrist began his eye-appealing firedance. By no means, was he a master, but thank god for those cat-like movements, was he able to hold the attention of the crowd. Fire swirling before him as his movements kept up with the pacing of the song. His eyes, transfixed upon the crowd before him, as his lips curled into that boyish, charming smile. At this point of the dance, there were some who fell into their own rythms of dance, while others kept their attentions fixed upon the young wereleopard. He was still a bit nervous, as this was something of a first-time-in-a-long-time thing for him, but his movements and that boyish smile certainly hid it well. As the song sped up, so did the pace of the swirling baton as he held the thing in front of him, twirling faster and faster, then slowing down to match the pace of the beat, which had also slowed. Finally, as it came to an end, so too, did his dance as he took the proverbial bow, dousing the flames and returning back to his position, behind the bar.
"Chad, never ask me to do that again" Valcrist would say, with a chuckle as he soon rejoined with chad, filling drinks at a decent, steady pace and handing them out.....
((OOC Note: I apologize if it didnt come out as good as I expected it to. You can flog me later and tell me how much I suck when ya see me. This was sort of a chance to work out the rp rust and something to get things going ^_^))
-- Edited by Valcrist on Friday 23rd of October 2009 03:26:42 AM
-- Edited by Valcrist on Friday 23rd of October 2009 08:38:49 AM