Mika was leaning against the bar, one elbow propped on the surface as she slowly turned her glass between her fingers, flame-colored eyes sweeping the club with an unhurried, evaluating gaze. She wasn't looking for anything. She didn't need to. Anyone worth her time had already noticed her.
It was @azariel who dared to approach, cutting through the crowd with a smile that clearly already thought itself a winner.
"Alone at the bar, huh? What a waste," he said, leaning in beside her.
Mika didn't even turn her head right away. She took her time, letting him wait, before looking him up and down with that shameless, unapologetic once-over.
"I'm not alone. I'm waiting to see who's bold enough to approach right."
"And how am I doing so far?"
"You're off to a start," a sharp smile crossed her face. "You still haven't given me a reason to put this glass down."
"What if I give you one now?"
She set the glass down on the bar, slowly, never taking her eyes off him. "Then it better be good. I don't have patience for mediocre attempts."
"I'd rather show you than tell you."
That earned him a flicker of genuine interest — Mika straightened up, leaving the bar behind, closing the distance between them without hesitation.
"Fine. Then listen close, because I'm not repeating myself," she said, tilting her head slightly, her voice dropping into something sharper. "I set the pace tonight. All you have to do is keep up without missing a step."
"And if I fall behind?"
"Then I'll find you," a slow, self-assured smile. "And I promise it won't be pleasant... for you."
She grabbed his wrist, not gently but with the firmness of someone who'd already decided how the night would end, pulling him toward the back hallway, up to the door of the club bathroom.
"Let's see how much you can handle," she said, pushing the door open with her free hand, not looking back. "Most don't even make it halfway."
He followed without hesitation, knowing exactly who was in control. 
