Geronimo (Dare/Evelyn)

How much had he had to drink? Dare wasn't counting, but he was feeling pretty good when he told the guys he'd see them around. He needed to dance, dammit. Last night, things had been called off due to roaring libidos and he hadn't gotten his fix. He was staying out tonight, and he'd drink just enough to ensure that when he got home, he'd either be gone enough not to think about that mind-blowing conversation while f~ing his husband, or he'd be too out of it to care about taking care of himself again.

He was at home on the dance floor now, and everything else was as forgotten as it was going to get. He had music, he had a sea of moving bodies who loved it as much as he did, and he had an appointment with Mistress V next week, where they'd be talking about doing things differently. Life was just insane sometimes.

Evelyn had had a few to drink, as well, though her steps were still sure as she made her way through the crowd. Her eyes caught on a tall, wild haired guy and she wound her way to him without a second thought. The last time she'd found someone at the club, it had led to quite the fun night, and maybe this would be the same. "'ello, gorgeous, want a dance?" she said, moving in front of him before he had the chance to answer.

The moment Dare saw her was an Oh yes moment, and he gave a crooked smile as he pulled closer. Up came the left hand without even thinking about it. "I'm taken, but I'm up for some fun," he said. That didn't bother most, but now and then he got someone who walked away right then and there. He was looking to dance, to drink and maybe talk, but that was it.

"Well, that's a shame, but I'm not one to pass up a chance for a dance," Evelyn said. There was still plenty of time in the night if she wanted to find someone to head home with. "Whoever put that ring on there's a lucky one." He seemed young to be married, especially to Evelyn, who didn't intend on settling down any time soon.

Dare gave a wry chuckle. That was a hell of an understatement. How often did two people's emotional scars mesh so well? "I hope he remembers that when I get home," he said. Last night he hadn't been so sure. But then, last night Michael had made a hard push to scare him off for good.

"Can't believe a girl like you isn't taken." Even aside from the tattoos, which were major attention-getters, she had a damn fine body. "Love the art," he said, and touched briefly on a flower inked onto her arm.

"I'm not one of those types to get tied down," Evelyn said, grinning. She enjoyed life and experimenting way too much to commit to someone. "Love the hair." A hand lifted to brush at the guy's vibrant hair. It wasn't often she saw someone with such color, even though the school seemed to have quite a few people with body mods.

"Thanks," Dare said. Damn she was sexy. He was perfectly happy dancing with her for a while, doing some harmless flirting, but eventually they found their way to the bar and Dare was noticing that their hand stamps matched. "So you're a witch," he said. "This is a Muggle town, isn't it?"

Evelyn nodded and ordered another drink. "Yeah, I go to school across the way. I just started, but as far as I can tell, a lot of students come down here pretty often," she said. It wasn't surprising, since there were actually things to do here. "So why are you here alone, where's your man?" Weren't most couples joined at the hips?

"At home," Dare said, frowning. Probably watching his Pensieve. He made a face without even realizing it. "He's more of a homebody. Can't hold me down, though. I get out when I can, got friends up in the V.I.P." He needed more to drink if he was going to talk about anything else tonight. He wasn't freaking out, but it was going to take more than a couple days for him to be chill about it.

Evelyn grinned, "Well, send him my thanks. Him being Susie Homemaker got me a great dance." She was silent for a moment as she downed a good portion of her drink. "You don't go to the school?" He'd asked about it being a muggle town and hadn't commented on her mentioning the school, so she thought it was safe to assume he wasn't a student.

"Nah, I heard of it, but I didn't realize it was out here. My friends heard about the club and we're always up for something new. I'm Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts." He was also pulling out his phone. "Mind if I get a picture? Hey, you don't have one too, do you? We could swap numbers." He paused while the bartender showed up with drinks.

Evelyn shook her head. "I never needed to get in contact with Muggles enough to get one," she said. She wasn't even sure if that kind of thing would work on the island. "You can definitely take some pictures, though." Some pictures. Yeah, she liked showing off when she got the chance, it was a curse.

Dare grinned. "I don't want to end up in the dog house or anything," he teased, "but damn, the art on you." He gave a little wink. Yeah, he loved it and it renewed his interest in getting a tattoo of his own, but she was gorgeous. "I'm bi, and the partner's a little jealous," he explained. Well, Michael had been a little jealous before. With his dark side shining and their months-long breakup, he imagined that pissing the man off would land him in his room for quite a while.

Evelyn lifted a shoulder and shot a look at Dare from under heavy eyelashes. "I'll give you a photoshoot, if you want. I've got some you can't see, though," she said. Flirting and teasing were both perfectly acceptable, but even she had to draw a line somewhere when it was a married man. "Maybe you can show him what he's missing out on."

Dare chuckled and snapped a picture. "I don't know how well that'd fly," he said. "I've got a friend he hated for years because we made out a little in Fifth Year. Unless you want a retired Death Eater on your ass in the least sexy way possible, better not to stir that pot." He arched an eyebrow at her.