Drinking, Dancing, and No Heavy Petting (JOSHYPOO)

[raquel]

Raquel definetely stood out among the crowd. With her angular face, bright red lipstick, catlike, brown eyes, the sideways lightning bolt on her cheek and her brown-with-blonde-highlights hair, she wasn't like anyone here. her clothing certainly showed this too. really, who would wear a lace gothic victorian tie up belly top, and a full length skirt to a nightclub? not that she wasn't beautiful in these clothes. the darkness contrasted amazingly with her pale skin, giving it an almost creamy appearance. the skirt seemed to be satin, taffeta or mayb velvet and was a dark purple that faded to black and was tied with a sash. the top was lacy, and went just below her bust, with full length victorian sleeves, and some of her black bra obviously showed through the material. the top showed off her flat yet well toned stomach and the crescent moon naval ring she wore. to match it, sh also had silver crescent moon earrings and a copper claw ring. to top it all off she had a purple and black choker with black roses, black victorian high boots and long, lacy black-and-purple gloves. all in all she was quite the sight to behold.

Raquel danced along with the upbeat music of the club. this really wasnt her style of music, or her style of dance, but the roma made due with what she had. her long skirt swished as she danced, unable to stop herself from bringing a little of her culture's dancing style (namely, the flamenco and fast-salsa) into her dancing. her hair flew everywhere, following her spins and quick movements as she danced, and people couldnt help but stare. oh well. Raquel was used to the staring. it came with being a rom.

finally, after a bit, Raquel went and sat at the bar, ordering a margerita. her spanish accent was quite strong, and her english was a little hesitant, even after a year. she laughed lightly at the fact that they had margeritas in the americas and sipped hers, savoring it and waiting. for what, she did not know. she only knew she had to wait. and so she waited.

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Thomas decided to take the night off, as per the norm. Its a wonder he managed to keep his practice open with as much time as he spends not working. In the end he always gets the work done though. Plus his clients adore him, especially the female ones. Not that Thomas ever mixed business with pleasure but he could certainly tease his female clients with the idea. Beside they could always find another lawyer.

Once Thomas was ready for his outing tonight he stopped down at the multi car garage to determine which car to take tonight. The Porsche, the Jag or the Roles? He decided to take the Porsche, he loved his Porsche after all, it was his favorite car. Possibly his favorite possession. He pulled the keys off the key hook and hopped into his beloved Porsche. He started the motor and took a second to just listen to it purr.

Thomas pulled out of his drive way and headed for Pete's. Pete's was the only decent club around for miles. Well there was that vampire club but that was full of blood sucking corpses and so couldn't be considered decent. Thomas didn't consider much about vampires decent they were all a bunch of stuck up monsters as far as he was concerned.

Thomas pulled up in front of Pete's and parked his car. Thomas Hopped out of his car and walked to the entrance of the club with a bit of a spring in his step. For some reason Thomas was excited about tonight. Maybe it was his plan to find the prettiest girl in there and bring her home with him. Then again that was always his plan, but an exciting one none the less.

Thomas got passed the bouncer easily since his name was on the list. Pete was another one of Thomas' clients. Thomas looked around and there she was, the prettiest girl in the club. He knew that because everyone was staring at her. Dibs he called to himself, as if he had any actual competition. Thomas and this girl were going to go out, Thomas was certain of it. It was like it had been planned ahead of time or something. Thomas watched as the girl danced for a bit then he followed her over to the bar.

Thomas walked up next to the girl and said, "Bartender could I have a margarita please." He then got his debit card out of his wallet and handed it to the bartender, "And if you would, please put all of this beautiful woman's drinks on my tab." Thomas turned and smiled at the girl next to him, "Hi, I'm Thomas. Could I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

[raquel]

Raquel smiled to herself, sipping her margarita happily. Technically, she was a year underage, but that didn't really matter to her. She frowned slightly as the man came to sit beside her, as she listened to the music. It startled her to realize that she could understand the music easily without having to translate the music in her head. Then she realized that they were playing Spanish music! Not only that, but salsa music. Well this was awesome!

Raquel shook her head and blinked at the man, focusing slightly. She.. couldn't understand him. All she knew was margarita and Thomas. Then, her internal translator, and quickly ran through his words. "Barman me gustaría tener una margarita por favor......y si usted podría, por favor, ponga todos de esta hermosa mujer de bebidas en mi ficha..... Hola, Thomas. Me gustaría tener el placer de saber tu nombre?"

Translating his words to Spanish had made things incredibly awkward in her language, so she altered them in her mind to fit what she guessed him to be saying. Finally she shook her head, her light hair swishing slightly, and smiled at him all friendly-like. "Hola Thomas, es un placer conocerte. Es muy amable de su parte para pagar mis bebidas, por lo que te diré mi llama. Mi llama es Raquel, pero tú me puedes llamar Raq o Esmeralda si te gusta" She coughed lightly and blushed scarlet, realizing she spoke entirely in Spanish. Raquel shook her head, and in a thick Spanish accent, she repeated herself, only this time in English. "Er.. My apologies. What I meant to say was Hi, nice to meet you, thank you for paying for my drink's and for the compliment. My name is Raquel but you can call me Raq or Esmeralda if you like." She grinned. Her voice was so feminine, it didn't suit her personality at all...

Still embarrassed, she sipped her margarita, before speaking again. "So.. where you from? I was born in Barcelona,"

[/b] she prounounced it Bar-say-low-nah, "which is probably obvious due to my accent..."[/b] She trailed off, embarrassed once again for stating the obvious.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/center]

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Thomas looked at Raquel, it had been a while since he had a woman from Spain. "Well I think I would prefer to call you Raquel, it is such a lovely name after all." Thomas didn't usually give any specifics about himself so he made the usually vague statements, "Well I'm from the United States and I moved to Jamerson fall a couple of years ago." Thomas smiled at Raquel and added, "And if I may add you have a very pretty accent as well." Then Thomas decided to use the one trick that usually dazzled foreign girls, "Y así tú conocer, hablo Español también. Aunque sea un poco oxidado."

Though Thomas of course preferred speaking English, because he thought it was cute when foreign girls stumbled with the language. "Though to be honest I would prefer to speak English, that is if you don't mind. Not that I don't like Spanish, it is a lovely language, I just love to hear English in your beautiful accent." Plus it was easier for him to carry on a conversation, as he said his Spanish was rusty.

Thomas looked her up and down, "Might I also add that that is an amazing dress, y ese tú mirada asombrosa en ello." Okay enough flattery she gets the point Thomas, he told himself. "So what about you, what brings you to the United States?"

[raquel]

Raquel was acting odd that night. She wasn't normally so ditzy, so flustered... Maybe it was the alcohol? Either way, she didn't like acting this way. Not that she could really help it at that point. "Why thank you, I do enjoy my name, afterall." She said. She was aware that it hadn't quite made sense. It would've made more sense to her in Spanish, she was sure.

Raquel listened to his vague statements, smiling slightly. Smart boy, never to give out too many specifics. Very smart indeed. Raq couldn't help but blush slightly at his compliment, muttering a quiet thank you. She looked up at him in shock when he spoke Spanish. Hm. "No, no, no te preocupes. Tu español es increíble, casi perfecto, para un estadounidense."

[/color] She said, sounding slightly flustered again. She didn't mean for the comment about him being an American as an insult, she had just meant that most Americans she knew couldn't speak Spanish, especially not so fluently, "¿Dónde aprendiste eso? Quién te ha enseñado debe haber sido un gran maestro." She grinned, giggling slightly. When he requested to speak English, she bit her lip slightly and nodded.

"Well, this should not be a big problem. I mean, I've been speaking English for a year .. They should have learned by now .. Right?" She said. Raquel paused, thinking back over her words. That last sentence.. that wasn't right, was it? "I think I mean, I should have it learned by now." She said slowly, thinking carefully. She blushed at his compliment, fiddling with her drink, mumbling another quick thank you. However, when he asked her about herself, suddenly she wasn't that quiet, shy girl anymore. Oh no, not at all.

She looked up at him, mystery and secrets in those deep brown eyes of hers. She leaned in close to him, close enough to kiss him and winked at him, putting one of her fingers on his lips. "Ahh.. but see, that would be telling, no? She purred, grinning and downing her drink, getting off her stool with a slight flourish. She took both of his hands in hers, smiling seductively, "Come dance with me, Thomas."[/color] She said, tugging on his hands a bit, still smiling in that seductive way of hers. Ohhh, the womanly wiles of a Gitano. Can anything else really compare?[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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Thomas smiled at Raquel, "Well like I said it is a lovely name, for a very lovely young woman." Thomas added on the last part to toss in a little more flattery her way. Not that it wasn't true of course, Thomas just enjoyed the usual responses to women being flattered.

Thomas assumed his Spanish was far more rusty than that. He kind of struggled with that last sentence, that's why it wound up being half English, half Spanish. "Coming from a native speaker that means a lot." Thomas thought about his college professor, she was a native speaker. "Well my college professor was a native of Cuba, so I guess she was a grandmaster, plus she had the Degrees to teach it."

Thomas smiled at Raquel again. "It's the second one that is correct, but I understood what you meant." Thomas wondered if she made that slight English error on purpose or not. "Well it took me four years to get Spanish down, so it's forgivable that you have only been speaking it a year."

Raquel got real close to Thomas and he had to admit, he rather liked it. Though she didn't kiss him, she just winked and placed a finger on his lips. Now she was just playing coy and mysterious. Thomas could work with that he thought. Then she told him to come dance and began to pull him to the dance floor.

Thomas let her pull him for a bit and then he pulled her close. "Yes, let's dance." Thomas picked her up by the waist and then spun her around. Thomas then said smiling, "I love to dance."

[raquel]

Raquel laughed, smiling at Thomas. She loved getting compliments, but then again, who didn't? And it didn't hurt that it came from an attractive young man. Of course, she knew he wasn't in it for the long run, so nothing more than kissing could happen, but still. She smiled at him encouragingly, blushing and just loving the attention.

Raquel grinned at him, smirking slightly. "So how is my English? It would... I want... to get your honest..." She struggled a little. What was that word again? Raquel shook her head and tried to focus. "It would... significarío mucho para mí, si yo pudiera llegar su opinión honesta, ya que usted es un hablante nativo." She said, finally giving up and switching to Spanish. "Although.. after that.. morstan of my English, I do not think your opinión will be very good, no?" She laughed, cheeks scarlet. She was so embarrassed.

Raquel nodded, smiling. "Cuban Spanish is muy differente from Spain Spanish, just as Quebec Francés, the French they speak in Canada, is a different dialect from Parisian Francés. Differente dialctos for differente regions." She explained, "So, obviously, your Spanish may be different from my Spanish."

When he pulled her in close, her inner flirt came out. To her now, this was just like a game of cat and mouse. She was the Caliente gato, and he was the very attractive mouse.

But what would happen if you played for keeps? Why not reel him in, and see how long you can get him to stick around?" her mind whispered to her. She immediately discarded that idea, although it nagged at the back of her head, like a prediction that wouldn't go away.

Her stomach gave a little flip-flop when he touched her waist, since most of her torso was bare and his warm, gentle, yet noticeably masculine hand was touching her sensitive, tender waist. That little touch sent little shivers and thrills through her body, and she couldn't help the slight blush that blossomed on her face. Raquel span around, laughing freely and dancing along with the music. "I love dancing too! You should come to one of our Zambras sometime. They're lots of fun, it's basically a dance show." She grinned, before leaning in and impulsively kissing him.

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Thomas was a little surprised by the kiss, he hadn't expected to get that far so soon. Not that he was disappointed at all, Raquel was very beautiful. Not to mention this was the sort of action he had come to Pete's seeking tonight. This Raquel is a wild one Thomas thought to himself, good I like passionate women. They always make things far more interesting. Especially when you get them in a more private atmosphere. Though Thomas was getting a bit ahead of himself, best to concentrate on the now he thought.

Right now it was time to concentrate on the kiss, which Thomas returned happily. Fortunately Thomas had a lot of experience kissing while still moving to the music. Raquel was certainly a passionate kisser, but again she seemed to be a rather passionate young woman. Thomas let the kiss linger for a moment longer and then ended it.

"That was unexpected, though certainly not unwelcome", Thomas said with a smile. Still moving to the music, leading Raquel with his hands still on her hip, Thomas said, "I like your energy, you seem to be a very passionate young woman. Again also something I like." The fact that she was beautiful also didn't hurt things.

"When I first saw you I told myself that you were probably as passionate as you are beautiful." Thomas smiled again, "I am glad to see that I am right." Not that Thomas was ever wrong, about anything. Thomas was joking to himself of course, even he could be wrong, from time to time.

"So what are plans for tonight? Did you just come to Pete's to break some hearts?" Thomas was sure more than a few hearts were going to be broken when Raquel left with him. Though around here that was a common occurrence. Thomas beating the other guys to all of the beautiful women.