Getting a Feel (Caspian/Evelyn)

Evelyn was settled into the school finally. It had taken her way too long, in her opinion, but she liked what she'd seen so far. A couple of weeks before she had started visiting the wizarding village to get an idea of what it was like, and today had been her first visit to the muggle side of things. She wondered how the clubs in England differed from the ones she had been in before and didn't want to waste any more time.

High heels clicked confidently on the floor once she was in and free from her layers of warm clothing, though the sound was lost in the hustle and bustle of the room. Her hair fell down around practically bare shoulders and her waist was cinched tight. It didn't take long to find her way to the dance floor.

Jai was nowhere to be found, so Cat was scouting the crowd from his place at the bar. He had a near-empty glass of whiskey and a permanent half-smile as he people-watched. He wouldn't consider himself a predator, not really, but he was feeling energy tonight. He wanted to make trouble. He wanted to get some. He wanted to sleep half the day tomorrow because he'd had as much fun as his body could handle.

There was no missing the girl with the tiny waist and the tattoos, and Cat watched her especially for now. He finished his drink in one gulp, then set aside the glass and stood. He hadn't seen any girls like her around, and would bet money that she was a witch. The university drew a lot of people that wouldn't have visited Owlton otherwise.

He slid into the press of the dance floor, hips moving with the music as he found her. His hands sought that waist for now, and he silently asked for a dance. They could talk when they talked.

Evelyn reached behind her neck to pull her hair over one shoulder. The move gave her the opportunity to flick a glance up at the guy through heavy lashes. Her red lips curved and her eyelids drooped as she looked ahead again. A dance partner could be fun and she approved of who had decided to act. She generally wasn't picky about who she danced with, though if someone was horrible she typically tried to find a way to do something else, because life was too short to spend with someone who stepped on her toes.

Cat knew how to move his body, and he worked it, slipping into the music like a second skin. The girl in his arms was a sultry little thing, with her sleepy bedroom eyes and vivid red lips, and the dance definitely spoke of other things. He liked how his hands spanned her waist, and how vivid her ink was. Here was a girl who knew how to live.

"Nice ink," he murmured a while in. "The coloring's badass."

Evelyn smiled and looked down to where she could see the edges of tattoos at the guy's wrist. "Not many people appreciate good ink," she replied. So many people cut it down and said it was a mistake. You'll regret it when you're older bullsh~. She didn't care about the future. What was important was now. "Can I get a look at what you've got, or do you like stealing looks down my shirt too much?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder again, her eyes glinting mischievously. He was tall, she wasn't, and she didn't exactly hide her gifts, she wouldn't blame him. She'd caught a bit of ink on his neck earlier.

"Psht, you wish," Cat said. As much as he appreciated a nice body, he didn't need to sneak glances down girls' shirts for a thrill. Still, there was as much tease coming from him as from her. He let one hand drop from her waist so she could turn and arched a brow down at her. His eyes were red tonight, and he wore a sleeveless tee that, even torn at his sides, hid quite a bit. There were peeks, but that was it.

Evelyn arched an eyebrow once she was able to get a good look at the guy. Impressive. It wasn't every day she saw a guy that looked like that. She felt almost like maybe she'd seen him before, but she couldn't be certain. She curved one hand behind one of his shoulders and lifted the other to run the tip of a couple well kept nails along the designs at his neck. "Piercings, too," she noted with an approving nod.

"You got any?" Cat asked. There weren't any visible, but there were a lot of things that weren't visible. He let himself look her over, since she was doing the same. She was hot as f~. He didn't even try to hide his thoughts. His hand found her waist again, then slid down to her hips.

Evelyn flashed a smile. "Maybe," she said. There were a couple hidden here and there, but she preferred ink and had been focusing on it since becoming legal. "Ask me nicely and you might find out." There was a bit of metal on her tongue and maybe a little hiding elsewhere, but she didn't want to give all her secrets away immediately.

"I can ask very nicely, if you'll let me," Cat said, ending the tease with a low purring sound. His hands firmed just enough to encourage her to dance as he started to move again. Certain thoughts ran through his mind all on their own, from guesses about just where she might be hiding piercings or another tattoo, to thoughts about how nice that lipstick would look here or there. Oh yes, he could ask nicely.

"Oh?" Evelyn's eyebrows arched again as she moved with him to the music. Coming to this place had definitely been a good idea. She threaded her fingers into the base of his hair, scratching her nails lightly against the skin hiding beneath. "Then ask," she said, looking up at him through her lashes, something almost like a dare in her eyes.

Damn forward, wasn't she? Cat grinned knowingly in the moment before he brought his lips nearly to hers. The dance got closer, hotter, and yet he held back just enough to make the tension burn. There was no question in his mind that they'd end up together, but there was no need to rush.

His lips brushed her skin now and then, finally gravitating toward her ear, half hidden as it was in dark curls. "What's your name, Sweetheart?" he murmured.

"Evelyn," she answered. Evelyn dragged her hand down, letting her nails trail along the skin of his upper arm. "What's yours, Darling?" She could pull out pet names just as easily as he could. So far since her move, she hadn't put much energy into finding a partner. It appeared that tonight was the night, and she wasn't going to complain about her luck.

"I go by Cat." She was a tease, and he loved it. As long as they were playing the same game. "I've got a place nearby, if you're up for some show and tell," Cat suggested. Ah, but there was one last detail he needed before he took her home. He brought his hand up to show the fire crab stamp on the back. Muggles would think it was a turtle, not to mention they'd have some other stamp tonight. "You in?" he asked.

The back of Evelyn's hand held the same stamp, which she revealed briefly. "Oh, I'm very interested in what you've got to show me," she said. It was unladylike to fall into bed with someone she'd just met, but she couldn't care less. She was out to have fun, and fun was going to be had. Assuming the guy lived up to his teasing.