Name: Cadence Kyrell
Age: Appears Nineteen, but is a bit older
Appearance:

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Cytillia Crystals, the only working bar/strip club in a ten mile radius, was two hours away from opening. And the stage only had one person on it. A long black haired man was swinging himself around the pole, seemingly testing its strength. He was the one that would be testing it. The man seemed to be about six foot tall, at least.

He continued that until five minutes before the doors opened. Then, he went back to his room to get changed.

The doors opened and people started pouring in. Tonight was a themed night, the theme being Renaissance. The place was set up with regal looking colors and furniture.

Name: Ian Winchester
Age: 19
Appearance:
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Ian sighed lightly as he was being dragged down the street by his friend Adam to Cytilla Crystals. Ian really wasn't wanting to go there, but he had promised his friend. He stood at about 5"6 with blond hair. His friend Adam was about 5"10 with brown hair and green eyes. Said friend was chatting animatedly about how excited he was to be going here and all Ian could really do was nod.

They only had to wait outside for a few minutes before the doors opened and Ian was pulled into the building and dragged him through the crowd of people to get the closest seat to the stage. Adam chatted happily and just didn't seem to stop, so Ian just smiled and nodded at appropriate times even though he didn't see what the big deal was. After all, it wasn't as if he was old enough to drink anything. But that didn't mean he would try to at least enjoy being here, for his friend's sake.

The first man announced was the tall man that had been checking the pole. His stage name was Shattered Emerald. A slight smirk played on his lip as this began playing. He didn't give a rat's ass that it was a woman singing, he could dance to it well. He started simple, spinning himself around the pole. He was more flexible than one would imagine, given his height.

When the song started getting faster, he started doing more difficult moves. It was easy to see that he was one of the favorites there. He was actually scheduled to dance again, in a final number with another man. He made sure to make eye contact with every one he could, especially Ian, seeing how Ian was right in front of him. He was amused at the few girls three tables to the right of Ian's, who were giggling like crazy.

Ian was starting to grow bored quickly with being in Cytilla Crystals. He honestly was really big on the idea of being in a bar/strip club in the first place. But he raised an eyebrow lightly when Paramore started playing. He had been expecting a girl to come out and start dancing. The last thing he was expecting to see a guy. A tall guy at that. A guy who seemed to be able to dance quiet well.

He hadn't been paying too much attention after he seen that it was a guy. But when this man made eye contact with him, he found it difficult to move his eyes away. And that confused him. He was sure that he was into girls, yet he couldn't look away from this man. He figured it had something to do with the atmosphere and all the different influences of the room. So he wasn't going to think too much into the thought of why.

The man seemed quite amused at Ian's reaction. He smirked at Ian, flipping his body over the pole to hang upside down. With how much muscle this man had, it wasn't too surprising that he could easily hold himself up. He flipped back over, gracefully landing on his feet.

The amount of grace this man had was stunning. He grinned slightly at the reactions he was getting. He seemed to draw a large crowd every time he danced. He noticed how confused Ian seemed to be, and was quite amused by it. His hips moved fluidly as he constricted his body around the pole, the song ended.

The crowd burst into cheers and catcalls. The man smirked, his green eyes sparkling.

Ian managed to drop his gaze about halfway through the song. He couldn't believe he was acting like this because of some guy that he didn't even know! What was wrong with him? He really needed to get a hold of himself. He was straight. He knew that for a fact. But he was really starting to regret coming here in the first place.

Once the sond ended, he relifted his gaze and clapped along with everyone else. 'To be polite' he told himself. And that was a valid reason why. It was against his nature to be mean or rude to anyone in any way. But there was a part of him that said he was clapping because whoever that man is, he was extremely graceful for a guy.

((I'm sorry for taking so long to answer. Please forgive me.))