Dishevelled and unkempt, Phoenyx walked slowly back into the Circle. It was a rare moment where she seemed to be contantly smiling, walking with a slightly floaty air. And why not? People were always telling her to relax and enjoy life. Temperance was her style, but sometimes... sometimes she just needed a release.


*****


Four cocktails in and she had picked her prey. Tall, dark, muscular, clean shaven. She had seen him eyeing up some of the ladies around the bar so she favoured her chances. She wandered up to him, the alcohol giving her a relaxed swagger she could never pull off sober, and stood barely an inch from him looking right up into his face, her expression hungry. It also gave a good view of her low-cut top, the one she picked up specifically for this forllowing some girly advice. "Hi," She said, smirking. He had enough toime to respond "Hey," with a cocky, goofy half smile before she was taking hold of his open-collared shirt and pulling him down to her height, kissing him. She felt his hands groping her and could feel the muscle under the cloth.

"Wow. Uh... hey. I'm, uh, Tom."

"Penny," she said smirking. It was a name that she was fond of for this kind of thing. "You wanna keep staring after girls or get outta here?" She slurred slightly.


*****


Still smiling to herself, the First Talon stripped off and turned on the shower, feeling the scalding water go through her hair and wash the dried sweat from her body.
*****


Early light streamed in through the window. Phoenyx moaned happily and ground her hips one last time before dismounting slowly. She ran one hand down his chest before unsteadily standing and pulling her dress back on. "Thanks. I really needed that."

The muscular guy looked blearily at her. "Uh... sure... you... uh..." he swallowed, panting. But the time his eyes focused the door was closing and 'Penny' was gone.