Re: The Bar
Interest sharpened Solomon's regard when Eli growled. He didn't look like the type, and that only served to make the game more interesting. Pleased he had found someone to play with who wouldn't bore him, he took Eli's shaking fingers in his hand and took them both to the dance floor.
Somewhere behind them, an older woman tittered to a friend about the two handsome men taking to the dance floor. But other than her and a friend, there weren't many eyes on them. That, Solomon was sure, would change. In the sanctuary of his anger, the rest of the world faded until it was nothing. The people in it were playthings, toys he could use to ease his own frustrations. Drawing Eli close, he lace their fingers and settled his other hand on the man's waist. When he moved, the fluid grace of his steps were filled with a barely restrained sensuality that had a hard, dangerous edge. He led them around the outskirts of the dance floor, not deliberately trying to draw attention but gaining it for them anyway. They were hard to miss.