#cherrileena

[southernisled]

@cherrileena, the masquerade ball (ssshh time isn't real)

Hans kept his gaze steady as he sipped from his drink at the bar, eyeing up potential partners, tonight's lucky gal--or guy, hey both could join if they wanted. His mask hid most of the expression of lust, desire, an unrelenting need to get off, in his eyes. His lips reminded closed with a small smirk as he surveyed the crowd of curves in all the right places. God, he loved the way a woman looked in an evening gown. Figure hugging, skin showing, easy access in every colour had his mouth drying out, practically drooling over the bodies in his eyeline. Maybe it was the masks, the allure of the mystery, maybe it was just the need for a release, but he spotted a red velvety number with sleek black hair, sensual red lips, and sauntered over. "Can I just say" he began in a way of greeting, taking in the exquisite sight before him, he licked his lips as he felt desire creeping in"you look soul destroying. Like you'd tear me apart , and I would let you."

[southernisled]

@cherrileena

location; the outside movies

HANS MOVED FROM THE CONESSION STAND, a green slurpee in hand & a packet of twizzlers in his pocket. He strutted towards the crowd, taking a sip of his drink when his attention was turned to a dark haired girl. He'd never seen her before. With a grin and bounce in his step he walked towards her, extending his free hand to shake. "Hey there, I'm Hans. What's your name?" he asked. "Watching alone tonight? Need any company?"

[jazzykitten]

Closed starter for: @cherrileena Location: Topsy Turvy

Berlioz was having a fine time at the bar that night. He was vibing, sure, but there was also a strange feeling like someone was watching him. That there was a presence there that made him feel off. It wasn't the drugs or alcohol that were causing it. No, he knew from the gut feeling in his stomach there was something off. When he emerged from the bathroom and saw Leena standing nearby the entrance he rose a brow. "Are you following me?" he questioned. "Have you been all night?" He sounded a little paranoid, but seeing her was confirmation his gut was right. "Why can't you ever just leave me alone? You always have to show up at the worst of times," he grumbled. Berlioz tried to keep Leena at like...a ten foot pole's length. Arms length was way too close. He wasn't always kind to her, but he knew she would just make a game out of that to get under his skin more. Berlioz often fell victim to her games as well and that only pissed him off more. Maybe, once upon a time, their paths could have went the same direction and something could have been. That was long past though and the paths have parted so far there was no meeting spot. Berlioz didn't regret that. Leena wasn't a sweet girl. She was a man eating demon with a pretty face. "Why are you standing outside of the bathroom door anyway? Let me through, I have places to be."