[DDC] That's What I Like (Jayden)

London was a place Simone had yearned to be since the war had halted her last summer trip to England. Finally after her graduation, the girl was able to go on her own. She had told her parents that she wanted to visit the country to visit her relatives. Sitting alone at a lively bar in London in a short red dress without a family member in site, Simone was thankful her father was unable to make the trip. Not that the girl disliked her family, but no one was up for going out with her tonight. How boring. Simone however, did not need to bring friends anywhere to have a good time. She could make her own if she needed to.

In fact, the young woman had happily been chatting with the bartender for the last half hour occasionally chatting and making jokes with anyone close enough to hear her. Having a great time doing several shots with whichever quick friends she could make, Simone decided it was time hit the dancefloor after she felt a steady buzz. Simone had had a lot to drink, but she was an experienced drinker despite her young age and could hold her liquor well.

She started dancing on her own but was soon joined by others. Not really sure if the other people were dancing with her or near her, Simone was having a great time regardless. Her natural gracefulness when she danced gave the young woman all the confidence she needed. Confident in both her looks and dance skill, Simone scoped the room for anyone she found interesting. Her dancing became more flirtatious when she spotted a rather beautiful tall tattooed man. Having no problems approaching men, Simone moved closer to the stranger making it very clear she was interested.


@Jay Dunne

He was happy to be out again without having the responsibility of adulthood. Of course he would have to take his own part in the things called life. He would have to make better choices and do better things. Until then he was good with the late night parties and bars that led to beautiful women. Blue eyes scanned the club as he lifted his glass to his lips. So far his night had been uneventful. He had seen a few girls he might have wanted to talk to, if he had been drunker. The man had quite a few drinks and was a bit on the tipsy side. He drank with the best of them and could hold his liquor as well as the next man. He turned to order another drink before he turned to look out at the dance floor.

He spotted her a red spot in a sea of other colors. A full bottom lip was drawn between his teeth as he watched her move, mesmerized. Damn, it wasn't everyday he could look at a girl who was also looking at him. He wore all black aside from his neon blue converse and suspenders. His ink covered arms were bare as was his legs because he hated to feel too warm. She moved towards him and he smiled, pushing off the bar to move in her direction. He wasn't much of a dancer but for a beautiful woman he could pretend to be one. He stood just on the edge of the dance floor, a new drink in hand as blue eyes trailed the length of her frame.

He hadn't expected to meet anyone while he was out but he was glad things seemed to be changing. He gave her a smile that showed straight white teeth and deep dimples in his cheeks. "I couldn't take my eyes off of you.." Honesty was always his first step. Women preferred it. "Let me buy you another drink and then maybe we can dance a little. But I should warn you, I have no coordination.." He joked lightly, drinking from his glass as he did. Even if they only drank and dance he nice had definitely improved.

A grin spread across Simone’s face when the man addressed her. Of course she would get a drink with him. The young woman didn’t have much trouble catching men’s attention, though she found some were intimidated by her confidence. She didn’t get the impression that this guy was one of those types. Though she couldn’t rely too heavily on her judgement from drunkenly seeing him across the room.

“Do a shot with me and you’ll have a free hand when you dance!” Simone yelled over the music when they approached the bar. She laughed politely when he said he wasn’t a dancer. It had only been about a week since arrived and she found British men did not dance quite like the other European men she grew up with at Beauxbatons. Simone was talented (and drunk) enough for two people. She didn’t mind that he wasn’t as confident in his dancing as she was. As the daughter of a professional dancer who had taken lessons since she was very young, Simone found herself out-performing most of her dance partners when she was in bars.

“I’m Simone by the way,” she said quickly before heading back to the dancefloor. Taking the lead, Simone took the gorgeous stranger by the hand and brought him somewhere in the middle of the dancefloor. The music was loud and the song had a good beat Simone found easy to dance to. Dancing close to the man, the young woman moved her hips naturally to the music while watching the man’s reactions. They seemed positive. Simone’s dancing got a bit more flirtatious as she starting getting closer to the stranger. She began admiring his tall stature, his toned body and his tattoos she wouldn’t mind getting a closer look at.

“You’re not a bad dancer,” she said smiling up at him.

“Shots sound amazing.” He gave her another dazzling smile as he followed her to the bar. Once more his eyes trailed her form as he leaned against the cool wood, lifting two fingers as the bartender looked in his direction. “I’m Jayden, but everyone calls me Jay. It’s nice to meet you Simone.” It wasn’t long until two shot glasses sat on the bartop ready for the drinking. He finished the drink in his hand before taking the shot quickly.  His head shook a bit as the hot liquid warmed it’s way down his throat. It had been a long time since he had had a shot, he forgot how they could rush to a person’s head. He could feel the effects almost instantly. He blamed the drink beforehand instead.

He let her pull him to the middle of the dance floor, his eyes dropped to watch her hips as they moved a smile finding its way to his full lips. He moved to the music, only a bit, so he wasn’t standing completely still. He rocked more side to side then he actually did any dance moves but he was dancing, sort of. He gave a chuckle with a small shake of his head. “You’re too kind, but thanks. I think the general swaying is best of a guy with two left feet.” He joked a bit, speaking a little louder than normal to be heard over the music. “Are you from around here?” He noted an accent earlier but then again people told him he had one and he still couldn’t hear it in his words.

The song shifted, turning a bit slower and he looked around as people got closer than they were before. Hesitantly he rested his hands on her waist, giving a sheepish smile as before he looked down at his feet to be sure he didn’t step on hers. He could think now, not that the music was quieter just a softer melody. “I asked because, I don’t meet many gi—“ he paused, correcting himself. “Women like you in London. Not that I’m from here but I’m around a lot.” And he hadn’t met many, at least not in the last year since he was out of the country.


[sorry about the delay, let me know if you need more to work with or any changes]