Draco was full of mixed emotions as he paced, stalked really, around the Muggle dance club eyeing all the people up to all sorts of inappropriate things on the dance floor, in the look, in dark corners... They seemed to be sneaking a snog and more almost anywhere Draco could think of. It was so crass and he loved it. Before the fall of the Dark Lord, he never would have dared enter a place like this. After his fall, it felt taboo and wrong and dirty in a delicious way. He knew he shouldn't be seen there; he did still run in those circles. But the penalty would be death it would be a bit of scorn and that he could handle especially with how well he was doing in his career.
The Trio, in their benevolent glory, had done him a few favors casting some things he did in the best possible light. Draco tried not to think about it too much. Some of his decisions had been...not what he would have expected from himself and miles and miles away from the face he showed publicly.
But he was at the club to forget all that. He was going to relish the feeling of being up to no good but ignore all the rest of the shite baggage that went with it.
Now, he just needed a real distraction. Draco cut a striking silhouette in his slim cut suit. It had a Muggle style to it for sure but blended in elements that were traditional enough to be "appropriate" for wizarding social functions of the highest caliber.
Seeing a fit bird in a slinky black dress, Draco grinned. He saw her wave her empty glass and start off towards the bar. There was something about her. She seemed just a little out of place and awkward, perhaps? That could really help him or frustrate him in his goals for the evening. But, he was up for a challenge!
Moving over behind the sexy bird, Draco set his empty glass down on the bar. He didn't push up against her but both his hands fell to lightly rest on her hips. Leaning in, he whispered, "May I get your next one?" Draco's lips didn't quite brush her ear but they were quite close. He knew his breath tickled the sensitive lobe.
He took in a breath. She smelled heavenly. There was something about it though. Something familiar. Her hair too. Was it possible it was someone he knew? In a Muggle club?