Love in the Club.
Chapter 1 – Fur Scales and Fluffy Tails.
There he stood, waiting in line of the fairly new club in town. It had recently gone under new management and had a complete makeover, so he pondered various questions for his night; How much would entry be? What's the cheapest drink? How -much- would he drink? These sorts of questions continued rushing through his head, slowly whittling down the queue. Before he knew it, he was at the front.
'Name...' came the gruff voice of the rottweiler bouncer, brandishing his clipboard and pen. 'Oh, err, Gen'Ichi' replied the grey dragon, peeking down at the board. After a nod from the bouncer, he stepped inside and slipped the money to the poodle at the desk, making his way inside. He was immediately hit in the chest with the heavy bassline of club tunes. Taking a moment to adjust to the atmosphere, he slithers through the crowd of raving furs and scalies, squeezing through several couples on the way.
Gen'Ichi, or Gen as he was mainly called, was like most dragons in terms of basic appearance: Dark grey scales with a lighter grey underside, sharp horns and long tapered ears, which was separated by his blue mane, having a curious tendency to turn red at the tips.
He approached the barmaid with his trademark lopsided smirk, showing a couple of his gleaming rear fangs and letting the small lights above the bar accentuate his icy blue eyes, a feature he was often complimented over.
The lizardess on the other side of the bar however, wasn't amused. 'Whatcha want?' she asked rather sharply, even over the music. 'Smirnoff ice, starting slow heh' he replied, trying to be cheery about it. She merely rolled her eyes and slid the opened bottle over to him, walking to the next customer. Shrugging it off, he took a swig and head back into the crowd, leaning on the rail overlooking the dancefloor and glancing the tangle.
It looked to be another regular night. Gen was no stranger to this club so he recognised a few regulars dancing among the many other furs that were dancing until they stank while in the long process of drinking themselves stupid. He chuckled softly to himself at the image of some of these guys finding their ways home...most will need both carrying -and- a taxi.
He kept to himself for a while, letting the slowly emptying bottle sway between two claws, not wanting to attract attention without good cause. Happily enjoying the music, he swayed slowly while bobbing his head gently to the beat, looking down in time to catch one of the typical drunken set-to's for the evening, smiling to himself as the security carried them off. It was at that point that something caught his eye, a flash of white he hadn't recognised before now. His eyes scanned the crowd quickly back and forth, not sure where he'd seen it. After a minute of skimming the crowd, he shook his head, assuming it was a trick of the lighting.
But that wasn't the end of it, his mind kept nagging at him to check again, just a bit longer... 'Well...' he concluded, 'might as well.' With that, he made his way down the nearby stairs to the dancefloor, the smell of sweat fairly potent now. He ignored this though and started mingling.
Working his way through the mangle of fur and scale, his eyes flashed this way and that, searching for that white blur that seemed wanton in eluding his sight. He couldn't explain why, but he just had this compelling urge to find this person.
About to give up a second time, there was a slight parting in the crowd to reveal the white again, which he instantly neared. As he got closer, he confirmed it was a fur, a wolf seemingly, with their back to him. He assumed female from the long hair, curves in her body and the way her hips swayed, so he got closer still.
About six feet from her now, he was ready to atttract her attention, before he was beaten to it. The mystery wolfess turned some and one of her emerald green eyes locked with his, freezing him on the spot.
