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[b][color=darkcyan]Location;[/color][/b] The Wolf's Belly (For the most part, Gio's bar and the dancefloor)
[b][color=deepskyblue]Interacting with;[/color][/b] Each other [sub][@smarty0114][@lovely complex][/sub]
[b][color=darkcyan]Flirtatious → Liberated → Disappointed (doesn't care, gonna drink) → Curiouser and curiouser → Conversational/observant/suspicious[/color][/b]
[b][color=deepskyblue]Curious → Happy → Intrigued → Excited → Satisfied[/color][/b][hr][/center]
[indent]Will cocked his head as Eliana proposed a dance. This was not the quiet girl he'd observed in the training room, or at the meeting today. Smirking a little, he turned to Gio and took the drink, downing it quickly before nodding a thank you. He then turned back to Eliana, his inhibitions slowly fading away, and stood up, taking her hand. [color=deepskyblue][b]"So be it Lovelace. Let's show the villains what us Mayweathers can do."[/b][/color]

The alcohol was slowly filling Will with a confidence that normally only surfaced in the classroom or during training, and he led Eliana through the hordes of people, gently nudging people out of the way with his powers, clearing a path for him and his new found partner. [i][b][color=deepskyblue]Don't forget what you're here to do Will. Gain her trust. Bring her to your side. Don't fuck it up.[/color][/b][/i]

Eliana would be lying if she didn't think Will was charming. Her chartreuse green orbs rested on his young-looking face. He was thin and taller than her by quite a bit, then again most boys she knew were taller than 5'3". He came across to her as a boy people underestimate and glanced over. A hidden jewel in the masses. Perhaps she was looking too deep into it, but she didn't mind entertaining theories. He was dating Sam, wasn't he? She didn't want to assume but if he were, why didn't he bring her here too? Granted, Mayweathers at Delirium was already kind of odd and yet there were so many here tonight... did she miss the memo? Was it someone's birthday? Her gaze looked out toward the dancefloor and a grin graced her face as she watched him move people out of his way with his telekinesis. It was subtle and gentle, but still worth teasing, "[color=darkcyan]You're lucky everyone here is drunk. I know if I were sober, I wouldn't like being manhandled like that.[/color]" Eliana batted her eyes at her dance partner. For how long, she did not know, but she was going to have fun tonight. No one would stop her. 

The song that was playing was an odd one. The eldest Lovelace didn't understand a word, but hell everyone was getting into it so might as well join along. From the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of a beautiful, exotic Indian girl hyping everyone up on the dance floor. Eliana couldn't help but smile. She did catch sight of Brenna, who was surrounded by a horde of men, and responded with a playful eye roll. Classic Brie, right there. No ill feelings. Not tonight. There was too many people on the dance floor for her to take note of everyone, so instead of observe, she grabbed her partner's hand and gave herself a twirl with it. "[color=darkcyan]Let's have fun and not worry about our school label, kay?[/color]" Pulling him closer to her than she would have done if she were sober, her mesmerizing eyes fixedly locked with his gaze and subtly led him with her hips oscillating with the beat. Tonight she wasn't going to be bookworm, avoid social situation's nerd, or Mrs. Lovelace's daughter. No. Tonight she was going to lose herself in this strange place known as Delirium. Alcohol got her loose. Her sister going to her dorm dropped her responsibilities. And somewhere in this club, Amelia too was enjoying herself. What most people besides Jenna did not know was that Eliana was a decent dancer. She was mostly taught ballroom, but as her entire highschool is well aware of, there was also a frisky, playful minx hidden behind her 'you got it all together' mask. 

Will was going to remember this Eliana, regardless of how they felt in the morning. "[color=darkcyan]No more words, Will. Talk with your body.[/color]" Eliana glided her hands on his chest while rocking her body and getting lower, lower, lower until everyone jumped around them and she too joined them. There was something kittenish in her gaze and she let her hands have a mind of their own as she lifted her hair and slid on the floor with her heels. Hell, maybe she could incorporate some tango moves...but she'll hold off on that. Deciding to move deeper into the Wolve's belly, she led him with her fingers near the exotic Indian woman. 

Will's alcohol clouded sense were lighting up as Eliana danced her sensual dance, her body moving against his in a way that would've probably terrified a sober Will. As it stood, he was thrilled. His eyes roamed her body, his hands moved over her shoulders and he was lost in her. [color=deepskyblue][b][i]You deserve a break,[/i][/b][/color] the Goose whispered in his ears. [color=deepskyblue][b][i]It's just a dance. Who can fault you for having fun?[/i][/b][/color] the Petron asked.

He followed Ellie deeper into the club, nearing a crowd that was being hyped up by the exotic moves of a caramel skinned woman. As he danced with Ellie, his hands took on a mind of their own, grabbing onto her hips and pulling her closer as their dancing became wilder and wilder. Two people, Mayweather's beacons of heroics, two people who spent more time than they should in their heads, were dancing like no one was watching. And if they were, Will couldn't have cared less. [color=deepskyblue][b]"I didn't know a teacher's daughter could be this much fun!"[/b][/color] Will shouted over the deafening sounds of DJ Predator, and the shouts of the crowd, a smirk on his face.

Her [url=http://cdn.luxuo.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/Felicity-Jones.jpg]light pink[/url] painted lips rose into a delicate, yet coquettish smirk.There was little to no space between them, her short red dress fitting her petite form giving him more of a reason to feel her curves, her straps made to be fallen, exposing her naked and bare shoulders, and a glorious view of her cleavage. Her musican-gifted hands felt up his gray windbreaker bomber jacket until they rested on his shoulders. If Sam wanted to keep her puppy on a leash, she should have came tonight. The side that Lucas was slowly, but surely, discovering about Eliana Lovelace was... she wasn't a good girl. Hell, she may not be all cut out to be bad, but she was a woman, who was full of surprises... surprises that could lean on the risqué side. The siren residing in a girl who felt trapped and frightened to come out and play was not being held back tonight. Who cares about the world? When your worst enemy is yourself. Eliana felt confidant, bold, beautiful, and in her element. She was dreams incarnated. One moment she could captivate you, steal your heart, and get you lost in her eyes, the next she could cause your life into a shipwreck. Slowing her body from the upbeat, untamed song, addressing him to follow along, Eliana leaned in to his right ear and spoke loud enough for him to hear her but not a shout to hurt his ears, "[color=darkcyan]There's a lot you don't know about me, Mr. Blake.[/color]" Her teeth gently grabbed ahold of his earlobe and pulled it playfully, before pulling back and loudly cooing over the music, "[color=darkcyan]How does it feel?[/color]" Her voice paused for a second before adding, "[color=darkcyan]Getting away from... responsbilities, I mean.[/color]" Eliana was referring to the feud and his close relations to Sam, but she left her words open enough for him to  interpret it however he pleased. 

Hands on hips, bodies pressed together, lips sliding off ears, Will was in a world he wasn't used to. And strangely enough, he felt fine. Sure, he'd been a partier in high school, but this was an altogether different experience. He laughed at Ellie's question, and posed his own in response. [color=deepskyblue][b]"I suppose you mean Sam and her war?"[/b][/color] It was a rhetorical question of course. Will wasn't stupid, he knew what Ellie meant.

[color=deepskyblue][b]"It's a strange feeling to be playing a game that you were signed up for because the team captain wanted you. I know I'm a pawn in this game, an unwilling player. But I play to win I guess, so I'm going to fight for Sam. I might not agree with her, but I... I don't know honestly,"[/b][/color] he said, his face growing somewhat more sullen. [color=deepskyblue][b]"Let's go get another drink!"[/b][/color] he shouted, and dragged Ellie back to the bar.

Back through the cherry tunnel, the metaphorical rabbit hole where a slightly less deranged world awaited him on the other side. He sat down next to Ellie on the bar, and hailed Gio, who slid him a shot of vodka, one that was quickly sent down his throat. [color=deepskyblue][b]"What about you Ms. Lovelace? How does it feel to be away from your two lovers for an evening? I'm sure Farweight and Masterson are both missing you terribly. Tell me, are the rumors true?"[/b][/color] he asked, only half joking.

Awwwwww. Eliana was just getting her groove on. Grabbing her own shot of vodka, the Lovelace girl gave Gio a wink as a thank you before shooting the shot up with surprisingly great ease, "[color=darkcyan]Woo! That's strong![/color]" [b]*Clank*[/b] The glass clapped with the bar before she slid it toward the bartendar, wanting another one. Her eyebrows perked when Will brought up her 'lovers'. Leaning forward and resting her chin on her hand, her green orbs scanning his expression, Ellie couldn't help but smirk, "[color=darkcyan]Please, Will. Call me, Ellie.[/color]" Teasingly, she cooed, "[color=darkcyan]Mm, that curious about my love life? Don't tell me I'm stealing you away from Mother Nature. Seems like you've got it bad. Puppy dog, love struck blues.[/color]"

Will smirked [color=deepskyblue][b]"That doesn't quite answer my question now does it, Ellie? But I think you know that much. I'm sure you're aware that you've got quite a few eyes on you as well. You have a lot of power in your hands, and everyone wants a bit of it. Isn't that stressful? I know it would freak me out, knowing that I'm a key component in everyone's plans. No wonder you're sleeping with two guys,"[/b][/color] he said nonchalantly, winking at her playfully and taking another shot. His tongue was loosening with every drink, and he could tell that hers was as well. He was getting himself into Ellie's good graces, at least it felt that way. As much as he hated it, he was very good at this.

Eliana's face stood all the same: contemplative, observant, and intrigued. This boy was an interesting one here. Twirling the glass of her new drink in her hand, Lovelace kept silent while he talked. He was full of lovely assumptions too. Will could be simply curious of her life but at a school like their's, she knew this was more than just curiousity. "[color=darkcyan]Mm, I sure do love options.[/color]" She would not agree or disagree with his ploy to find out more, but she would play along, "[color=darkcyan]I could turn this over and point out the rumors about you that are still circulating around from that one [i]faithful[/i] night. Such a [i]wonderful[/i] situation. And I'm sure you'd do anything for those girls.[/color]" After taking a sip of her beverage, Eliana shrugged, "[color=darkcyan]Of course, blame all that on Gia. That's the easiest reason.[/color]" Her green orbs had a hint of challenge residing within them.  

Will chuckled at Ellie's way with words. He was drunk off his ass by this point, but he could tell that Ellie was dancing around his ploys. This was a smart girl. [color=deepskyblue][b]"Well it's always easy to blame the villains. The way you say it though, it sounds like you have a different idea. Tell me Ellie, what's the harder reason?"[/b][/color] he inquired, resting his elbow on the bar and leaning forward a bit, showing his clear devotion to whatever Ellie had to say. This girl had danced her way between two sides for so long. He was genuinely interested as to what she thought about that night.

"[color=darkcyan]Everyone's to blame and not.[/color]" Eliana shrugged at her new companion, letting her pointer finger run on the rim of her glass, "[color=darkcyan]I can't really say much since I wasn't there to bear witness to the incident, but as far as I'm concerned, whispers around campus, may it be through word of mouth or on the [i]Delphina Times[/i] is completely hearsay. I don't care if you were caught on tape sucking tongue with your best friend. Things are never as they seem and y'know what? Who the hell cares![/color]" Her glass was now in her right hand as she swayed it along with her gestures while she talked. "[color=darkcyan]It could be Sam's fault. Gia's fault. Avalon's fault. Brenna's fault. [b]Your[/b] fault. Or even someone quiet... on the sidelines. Someone could have told a little lie, blackmailed someone for their own advantage, broke a promise... all for what we want! Right?[/color]" She let her philosphical words settle in before smiling, "[color=darkcyan]Mm, but what matters the most is blaming someone.[/color]" Leaning in closer to him, loudly placing her glass on the bar, she met with the other mentalist's gaze, "[color=darkcyan]You're [i]so[/i] nice. You're not good. You're not bad. You're just nice. The nice guy. Adorable.[/color]" 

Will pondered her words for a moment. As he thought more and more about it, he realized she was right. He wasn't truly a good guy. He was just the nice guy. What exactly did that mean? That was a question for a more sober Will to answer. He was more intent right now, on continuing this conversation with an enigma who was slowly becoming less and less of one.

[color=deepskyblue][b]"The nice guy. Guess it has a certain ring to it. Someone has to be though, right?"[/b][/color] He let his question go unanswered and continued. [color=deepskyblue][b]"If I'm the nice guy, then I guess that means you've got to be someone as well. The wild card? You've yet to declare a side in this fight Ellie. We're nearing the last midnight. After that, this becomes real. I don't like it, not one bit. I hate it in fact. I hate that Avalon and Sam are spearheading this stupid fight, because I can't just leave them to fight it alone. I may not agree with this chess game, but I'm a player in it anyways. And I play to win. So tell me, [i]wild card[/i], why do you skirt the line like you do? What are you gaining? It's no secret that you and Lucas despise eachother, and I'm sure you and Gianna aren't exactly besties. So what's your deal? You seem to have me all figured out, and I know so little about you."[/b][/color] Will grinned. He wasn't expecting a straight answer from Ellie, but he hoped that he could at least get something useful from her.

Leaning back in her seat, Eliana rolled her eyes at her collegue, "[color=darkcyan]What makes you think I haven't chosen a side, Will?[/color]" For someone wanting to enjoy himself, he was asking an awful amount of pivotal questions. Questions imperative to his... misson, whatever that was. She would gladly assume he wanted something from her with how friendly his drunk self was being to someone he knew 'so little about'. "[color=darkcyan]I'd like to think this 'chess game' is like Bughouse chess. Have you ever heard?[/color]" She arched her eyebrow in curiosity, before adding, "[color=darkcyan]When we capture a player on our side, we pass it on to another player... a madhouse kind of game. Do you really think the soi-disant Matriarchs are the main pawns in this chess game? Honestly, if you want me to get straight to the point...[/color]" She brought her glass to her pink-coated lips and smirked to herself, "[color=darkcyan]If I'm forced to enter this war... I'll be my own color.[/color]" Guzzling down her drink, her green orbs scanned the dancefloor... She wanted to find Amelia. 

Will smirked at her answer. The way this night had gone, he'd expected nothing less. Ellie wasn't a follower, that much he'd deduced. She wouldn't willingly fall in line under Sam's command. [color=deepskyblue][b]"I'd thought as much. Well, even if you do enter the fray on your own, remember that you're still a Mayweather. We'll offer you assistance should you come to need it. I'd hope you'd do the same for us."[/b][/color] Will punctuated his sentence by standing up, giving Eliana one last smile and a wink before strolling off, doing his best not to stumble. The night had gone surprisingly well.

"[color=darkcyan]Giovanni, darling! I'd like to have...[/color]" Eliana glanced over at an empty cauldron drink that a gorgeous Asian woman had received earlier before Gianna dragged the stranger somewhere, "[color=darkcyan]What she just had.[/color]"[/indent]