Name: Cadence Kyrell
Age: Appears nineteen
Appearance:

Name: Teryn Umbra (also called Terry)
Age: 22, looks a lot younger which he hates....



((Feel free to go :D ))

Cadence sighed, knowing he had a long shift ahead of him. Not only was he dancing tonight, he was also waiting. He was currently in the back changing rooms, getting ready. he dug through his closet, looking for something sexy. He needed two outfits, starting with a waiter's outfit. He hummed to himself as he found a dark green and silver outfit. He slipped it on, amused. He loved waiting, but dancing was still his favorite activity here. He always danced at least once a night. And he always drew a crowd when he danced. It never failed. But, that gave him more money, which was always good. He also 'sold himself' to regulars and some new customers, which gave him even more money. Rates for a night were semi-high, but anyone who wanted it could afford him.

Cadence was admittedly bisexual, but he preferred men if it was possible. And this was something all his regulars knew. Along with his dominant nature, and his love for pain--both giving and receiving--made him quite popular. He stepped out and started waiting tables. He flirted shamelessly with anyone he could, enjoying himself. He was a self-deemed attention whore. Which also fit with his job. He got drinks out quickly, having his own naming system for the drinks. Most of the waiters did, it made things easier. He eyed the doorway, looking for people needing to be seated. He normally had at least two other people with him at all times, so he didn't get backlogged, but they were both busy. Which was nothing new, nor did it bother him. It did keep him from his own favors, but he needed to be out to dance, anyway.

He perked up when he saw a blonde boy by the doors. He set the drinks he was serving on the table and slid over to the boy. "One, darling?" he purred, in a deep voice. His emerald green eyes slid over the smaller boy slowly, blatantly. He did find the boy attractive, which was only going to increase his flirting. He was inwardly amused, waiting for the boy's reaction. He loved getting a reaction from people. He fiddled with a button, undoing it slowly. His long black hair was about to his waist, and he never wore it up, except sometimes when he was dancing. But that was even rare. He loved his hair down.

How he had gotten himself talked into going to this particular bar, he wasn't sure... most likely his ego. He had a troublesome trait with the need to look cool. This was not the first time he had done something a little rash. It was why he moved out so quick from home, getting his own place at college as soon as he had scrounged enough money. He knew he shouldn't have moved into the heart of the city, but the rates were cheaper in the area so....

He walked on, the sky darkening, turning into true night. He would try to get away with one drink, pretend to drink more as the others got themselves drunk, and slip off. That was his plan anyway, until he entered the door. He felt his jaw drop as he walked in. He wasn't... well, he wasn't expecting this! Dancers, skimpy uniforms, He felt his cheeks begin to burn. Taking a deep breath he tried to cool himself down.

It was of little use as then a waiter sauntered up to him. He knew he was starring, probably bright red, all the way down past his collar too.

"Uh...." He shook his head gathering his thoughts.

'Just act cool, you can get through this. Just because it's the first time to a place like this, doesn't mean you have to act like it dang it!' Another quick breath and he managed to meet the man's eyes.

They were gorgeous. In fact everything about him was. How a man could be so beautiful...

"Uh, I'm supposed to be meeting a few friends... I think I'm early though, so perhaps a small table?" He asked scratching the back of his head. At least he wasn't stuttering.

Cadence looked amused as he watched the boy blush. Boys like that were his favorite kind to tease. He headed to the nearest table, purposely swinging his hips, and settled the boy in. "Anything to drink while you're waiting?" he asked.

He hummed to the song that was being played while waiting. He also noticed that the other waiters were back. That relieved him. He had more time to flirt with more people working. His uniform was a bit more skimpy than the rest, but he enjoyed that.

He snorted as one of the men behind him pinched his ass. "Hello, doll. I take it you want a refill?" He didn't find any issue with this, he got paid and was always careful. He sauntered off for a moment to fill the drinks then came back setting them down while eying the new boy. He enjoyed breaking new ones minds, and didn't have that joy often.

This was the first newbie in about three months that he got to. He glanced at the clock, checking how much time he had. He folded his arms and grinned. "You're new, right?" He knew it, he was just trying to fluster the boy. It was his reaction needing side rearing it's head.

He followed the waiter, almost mesmerized by those hips. 'They were just so ... Swishy!' He wondered if he should try to walk like that sometime. Maybe it would get him girls....

He sat down at the little round table. It's black surface was glossy, and it reflected the random spotlights of the room. The chair was nicely padded, so it wouldn't be too bad to sit and talk, if his friends could hold a decent conversation. As he looked around he missed placing a drink order. His waiter went off to fulfill another patrons request.

He looked the place over. It was definitely spritzy. Lights flashed, a elegant dance floor and stage. there were a lot of filled tables, so it seemed the place did well. He saw his waiter making his way back to him, watching him walk, almost predatorily.

'Like a cat playing with mice...' he thought. He was trying to decide what to drink when the waiter's accusation hit him.

"What, oh no of course not, I mean it's been a while, but of course it's not my first." Of course it was, he tried to hide the denial in his voice and sound casual, but he wasn't sure he managed it. This waiter got him all flustered, and where were his supposed friends who had talked him into coming? If they pulled a no show he was going to kill them.

Cadence grinned, amused. "You decide on a drink yet? If not that little paper in front of you has the list." One of the waiters slid by him, rubbing against him. Cadence chuckled after leaning into the waiter. He then eyed the boy. "You sure seem new. I smell denial, and morals. Morals are fun to nom on." He also seemed blunt and didn't really think before he spoke. He chuckled, knowing he was flustering the boy. "I'm Cadence, by the way, but my stage name is Fire Emerald, or just Emerald.

He eyed the stage. "I'm gonna be dancing in about ten minutes, but I'll be back." He looked amused at the idea of dancing. He watched the boy's reaction, curious. He knew people were gonna throw money at him, but new people's reactions were always the best. They either became more adventurous or ran away in fear. He sincerely hoped it was the former.

He decied to get ready after he took the boy's drink order. He hummed along to "Airplanes", which was the song one of his co-workers was dancing to. He didn't like rap, but he adored Hayley Williams, so he dealt with the song to hear her.

He began to mouth her part only, amused. He wasn't going to take too long to get dressed, and no one care if he was a moment or two late, as long as it wasn't too long. He knew he changed in a hurry, it could only take him two minutes to change.

"Uh, right a drink...maybe something light." the last he muttered under his breath. He didn't spot the few more common man drinks that he knew. The menu seemed to cater more flamboyant drinks. He picked something seemingly at random for the waiter to get him.

Morals and denial, well that may be true, but he wouldn't admit it. "I am not!" He practically pouted. It wasn't fair that the waiter was so sharp! He felt a little over his head with this guy. Much too flashy for him, and yet, it was something new and different, and the place seemed to feel alive. A spark of playfulness took him over.

"Cadence,hi, I'm Teryn or terry or ... Moon opal, or just Opal." He grinned, throwing fake nicknames back at the water. 'I mean serious fire Emerald?' This place was crazy, and still no friends showing up to tell him otherwise. It made sense that this guy was a dancer. The way he moved, he never stopped dancing. Perhaps he would stay a bit longer. He was curious what this dancer would do, his mind to naive to come up with images on their own.

"Enchante," he purred. And grinned at the pouting. "Deniial," he sang. He chuckled, going to get the drink. He leaned on the bar and called out, "One Leg Spreader, and make it today, dear. I'm on in five." Cadence rolled his eyes at the bartender's response. After a moment, he came back to the table with the pinkish orange drink and set it down. "There ya' go." He glanced at the clock. "I'll be back. Feel free to watch me." he sauntered off, swinging his hips again.

He headed back to the changing room and changed into his favorite outfit. He hummed to himself, excited. His favorite outfit was a green 'cage' design and it had red and clear gems all over it. It was a pain to get on, with all the straps, but he didn't care. Once he was ready, he went to the sound guy and nodded. After a moment, this came on, and he went out.

He swung his hips in time to the guitar, until he reached the bar. He then swung himself around it quickly. Soon, the money started flowing. His outfit looked almost fully male. Except for the bondage heels. Those looked almost dangerous. He flipped one of the heels onto the bar and hung himself upside down before bringing his leg over to land on his feet. He was expected to do outlandish things, and did so nightly. He rubbed against the pole for a moment, before swinging himself again, this time so he ended up fully upside down and close to the floor.

He kept dancing for a while, dragging the song out. He always could do more songs later if he got bored again. As he came around the pole this time, he knelt, spreading his legs and grabbing some of the money. He dropped it in the hole made for the money. It was always given to him at the end of the night. They put baskets with the dancer's name on it under the chute to keep things from getting mixed up. Once the song ended, he bent down to pick up the rest, purposely giving the crowd a good view of his ass. He then flounced off the stage and went to change.

((OOO cool song, Now I have too look up that band! Thanks for introducing me....))

He stuck his tongue out at the waiter as he teased him, picking at his uncomfortable state.

"Phew." He loud out a loud breath. This place was certainly more of an effort to keep his cool at.

"Stupid, Jeremy..."He mumbled staring at the door. With every minute that ticked off, he was more and more sure that his "friends" were not going to show. This was clearly a set up, to try and ruin his image. Well he would show them. He'd stay longer than he planned. There was surely someone watching for when he would supposedly run out in embarrassment. He would win this battle, and then those guys would surely think before trying to prank him again.

When Cadence returned, some of his cool had as well. He smiled and accepted the drink with a nod of thanks. He gave a quick reply when the man left for the stage... "Sure," He would stay and watch. He could handle it, right? It was just some fancy dancing right?

Oh how wrong he was. When Cadence came back out, this time wearing an outfit that practically blew his mind. what little was left after his entrance was destroyed when he started dancing. He had no idea! He unknowingly gulped down his drink in one go, trying to cool himself down. He ordered another one, and again it was gulped down. He didn't notice the quickly growing pile of the "not in fact light drink," he was gulping. they waiter took each finished glass away so he couldn't' remember how many he had.

when Cadence Bent to pick up his earnings, he had to turn his head away in embarrassment, Who knew a man could have such a nice.... He shook his head quickly, trying to stop his thought in their tracks. Unfortunately with that much alcohol in him, that was not a good idea. Dizziness overtook him and he put his head in his arms. How many had he had? there was the one, and the drink after that, and he was sure he had another, maybe? Oh Great.....

Cadence went to the bar and ordered a light drink. He knew his limit. Or, more like, his work limit. A few lighter drinks or two hard drinks and he was done. This was his first drink of the night so he was fine. He hummed Avenged Sevenfold as he drank, trying not to down it in one hit. He couldn't afford to get drunk until after his shift. After he finished he want back to Teryn's table, amused. "Need another drink?" he purred, looser than before now that he was done dancing.

He was always a bit on edge before he danced, he never understood why. he wasn't nervous or anything. But, he always got on edge. He folded his arms loosely, amused at how much Terry had drank in the time he was dancing. Cadence normally drank a lot, but he couldn't at work. For two reasons-- the first being he'd became a bit more unstable and drop the drinks. The second, and better reason, was his temper. He had a volatile temper, but he was better at controlling it when he was sober. When he drank it was easier to set hm off, which is why he tried to stay away from drinking too much. It didn't always work, which was why he always had to cover his bruises before he went out to dance.

Or, one of the reasons anyway. The other was he liked it rough, he was a sadomasochist. But that made him even more popular, it meant they didn't have to be careful. But, he didn't mind that. He needed the money. He had a younger brother to look out for besides himself. He'd also had an older sister, but that was another story in it's self. The waiter that had served in Cadence's absence came back past them and whispered something to Cadence.

"What's he waaant?" he muttered, pouting slightly. It was odd to see him pout. He didn't feel like stopping to go talk to his boss. "Tell 'im to come to me while I work. I ain't stoppin'," he responded, amused. He had too much to do to stop, and his boss should have realized that. He took a few more orders and talked to his boss as he walked, rolling his eyes.

How long should he stay before his image would look ok? He had already drunk way more than he ever had, or should. A part of him was feeling a little giddy. That part wanted to grab that silly "Fire emerald" and dance crazy, or maybe he just wanted to look into those deep green eyes.... He shook his head. This place was affecting him more than it should. He couldn't help but smile stupidly when Cadence came back out and to his table.

"Drink? nooooo, I already drunk some...." 'Great real well spoken Terry.....' he yelled to himself. It was just going to be one of those nights. He could feel the proverbial foot already being put into his mouth. He pouted when the man left talking to another waiter, or someone. He fanned himself with his hand.

((sorry it's short, can't think of what else to say....))

Cadence stopped in mid-step as his boss said something. He started to grin. He nodded once and headed back to Terry's table. He leaned over, smirking. "Wanna dance with me?" he asked, turning on the charm. He was slightly amused at his boss's plan but he was getting a little extra for it. So, it was all good. It's not like he planned on raping Terry or anything.

A few people at the other table heard him offer the dance and started catcalling, which amused him even more. Cadence rarely took a partner, but that was due to conflict of dancing interests. So, everyone got excited when he did. He twirled his hair slightly, waiting for an answer. He was also half debating on what song to use. He wanted to use one that hadn't been played in a while...but he couldn't think of any.

Terry was debating his next move. Should he walk around for a bit? Maybe get some water.... Cadence made his way back to his table, his questions starteling him. 'Had he womehow read that wandering thought?' Or was Karma helping his strange night get stranger.... He betted on the latter.

"Uh, I'm not sure. I don't know any of those fancy moves that uhm..." He blusehd furiously and looked away from Cadence's face. "That you did so well." He mummbled the last part. PArt of him wanted to yell and leap onto that stage, the other part was crying out like a lost soul at sea, left to drift upon a single plank of wood.

"I wouldn't want to ruin the show for ayone..." He added wandering if he was trying to wriggle out of it, or excuse his attempt at the oncoming dance.

"I've been at this for years. My pop sold me as a dancer a few times when I was younger. And I've been here for...two years I think. Which is totally legal," he added, sarcastically. "So, don't sweat it. I'll help you." He grinned more at the catcalls. "Ah, lovely...," me muttered, amused.

He then eyed the stage, carefully. He couldn't wear his heels and dance with a partner, which was another reason he rarely had one. He yawned slightly, calm. He was vaugely excited to dance again, and training was always fun.

He wouldn't let this intimidate him. He gulped nervously, but took a resolute if slightly drunk decision. He would follow through and show everyone he wasn't afraid of some silly dancing bar place. He could do this, yeah, sure....

"okay, if you think it's alright." He stood up slowly a silly grin forming on his face. 'yeah , he'd show em all right! He could be cool, and maybe even sexy like fire emerald.' He even managed to nod to a few of the cat callers, what fear he had was being dissolved by the alcohol as each second passed. He practically skipped up to the stage, glancing over at the cool Cadence. "I'll be looking to you to lead me." He grinned.

A song started to beat out over the speakers....In the Shadows He climbed onto the stage, looking to Fire emerald to lead the way.

The main stage lights grew dim, others flashed on in whirling patterns, creating whirling shadows upon the dance floor.

Cadence just stood there for a moment, feeling the beat. He then started moving, not going too fast. He put his hands on Terry's waist, moving him along. He was half focused on not slipping in the heels, and helped Terry move. He moved himself closer, listening to the crowd cheer. He moved his own hips with ease, seeming a bit too good for a club dancer. He hummed under his breath, amused.

His boss was watching their every move, and Cadence knew that. He also knew how fast to go, while still staying on beat. He kissed Terry's neck--partly for show and partly to see his reaction. He needed to know how far he could go while they were up there.

Terry, watched and did his best to follow Cadence in his moves. He felt the beat like a drum in his veins, the lights pulsing the rhythm upon their skin. He slid his hands down his sides, rotating his own hips as saucily as he could manage. A Euphoria overtook him. It was like he was in a dream, you did not control, you just let happen. He blushed as The other dancer's lips met his neck, but didn't pull away. He felt himself press his back against fire emeralds body, trying to move with him.

Cadence watched him blush, grinning. He wrapped his arms tighter around Terry, thus pulling him closer. He watched as the money piled up around them and shifted to kick some into the sorter chute. He knew there'd be a new basket and would split half with Terry. he wasn't going to tell him that until they finished, though. He kept helping Terry while kissing his neck, content. His eyes closed for a moment as he danced.

He reached his own hands back, to rest atop those excellent hips, as they swayed together to the beat of the song. He sighed, dreamily as the kisses upon his neck sent shivers down his spine. His head bent sideways exposing more of the delicate white flesh. What was he getting himself up to? The last part of his rational mind tried to question his actions, but was soon gone. Alcohol and the mood of the moment leaving sanity behind for this insane scene.

Cadence purred at the touch and kept nipping at his neck. He wasn't going to go too far, seeing how he didn't like doing much when the other person had been drinking. It was becoming apparent that Cadence was developing an...issue. He wasn't going to bring it up though. He kept moving his hips contently, smirking. The crowd cheered as they danced, throwing money at them.

The song ended with a cheer. Excited by the audience, Terry waved and blew kisses at the audience. This had been easier than he thought it would be. He hadn't fallen or tripped once. Perhaps it was because of Cadence's steady arms around him. He grinned looking over the handsome man.

"Not too bad I hope?"

Cadence grinned and kicked the rest of the money onto the hole, contently. "Good enough to earn half of what we just made." He glanced out as his boss headed towards backstage. Cadence blew the crowd a kiss, then lead Terry backstage and his boss walked over. "How would you like to be Caden's full time partner?" he asked.

"We get money for this?" He asked incredulously. He peered down at the hole, where Cade was kicking money into. "I mean all of that? doesn't the house get a cut?" He asked following Cadence off stage into the back. The sudden drop of lights made him squint. Having the spotlights in his eyes, made him partially blind in the darker backstage. He gripped onto Cadences arm as he waited for his eyes to adjust. He jumped not seeing the manager until he spoke.

"Oh uh, sorry, what did you say?"

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((sorry for the delay, My husband rented Dead Rising 2 and we were playing it.))

"The house gets a cut of the first half of what I made. If I dance a second time, it's mine. So I'm giving half to you," he explained contently. He eyed the smaller manager, rolling his eyes. He didn't seem at all tired, even though he just danced for the second time on about four hours sleep.

"You and Caden just drew a huge crowd. Would you like to work here as his partner? You can be a waiter when you're not dancing with him," he added.

(It's fine. :D I was away all weekend anyway. XD)