WE'RE SLOW DANCING IN A BURNING ROOM

Nerezza didn't morph into anything tonight. She knew that Death Eaters came frequently to this club without trouble, despite their actions done in the past. Although she w0uld probably kill someone tomorrow or when she left this place, there was always a time for fun. She rather preferred dancing with lots of random men, seeking their attention like a leech out for blood. Smirking at the thought, she stepped through the doors of the club, dressed in a short red dress that hugged her curves and revealed quite a bit of her bosom. Her black stilettos made her legs look longer and more toned. Her black hair fell in waves down her back, trembling slightly with each movement she made. Her lips were stained dark red, her favorite color. And her eyes, those shockingly bright emeralds were shining with anticipation and eagerness.

Without hesitation, she moved in between a group of people, dancing against a rather attractive male that she had never seen before. Not really caring who she was around, she felt her arm being pulled in a different direction. Laughing smoothly, she spun around and began to move with another man, one that was increasingly fascinated by her. Oh no, she couldn't have that. Smirking, she touched her long fingernail underneath of his chin, watching him harshly with her emerald eyes. Then, she pushed him away from her playfully, making herself surrounded by other men before he could come back.

Finally wiggling out of the crowds of men surrounding her, Nerezza slid to an empty table, ordering a firewhiskey. She was parched. Smiling at the waiter, she fluttered her lashes before slipping him the galleon that the drink cost. He smiled at her then returned presently with her drink. Propping her feet up on the table, Nerezza popped the lid off and then took a dainty swig of it before moving her gaze across the sea of bodies writhing together.

The sound of the music increased as Thomas got closer to the Blue Moon Nightclub. It was packed, he could deduce that much from the amount of people outside, who were waiting for a chance to get in, but the guard was stopping them. He couldn't deny Thomas entry though, no pesky little guard was going to stop him from spending the night there. The Blue Moon nightclub was one of Thomas' new favorite haunts. There was always something to do there. Sometimes there was a big party, but he could always go and get a drink and perhaps pick up a woman to take back to his room at the Leaky Cauldron. He had always been a party guy, and a heavy drinker too, so really, it was the perfect place for him. When there wasn't much to do at Malfoy Manor, he usually came here, and now there wasn't really much to do at all.

Thomas ran a hand through his hair, it was one of his many perks. It did sort of make his hair seem carelessly untidy, but it only added to his attractiveness. He was dressed in a white striped button shirt and jeans. Nonchalantly, Thomas tried to enter the club, and the guard, predictably, stopped him. Expecting this, Thomas turned towards him with a scowl on his face. "Are you going to stop me?" he asked with a sneer, speaking loudly over the music. "Do you know who I am, you ignorant son of a -" The guard though, perhaps finally recognizing him, unhanded him and apologized. It was one of the many benefits about being a Lestrange, they were notorious, but respected too (or feared), either way, he could get pretty much anyone to do anything for him if they knew who he was. Thomas grinned, and deciding not to cause any further trouble, he entered the club.

The music was unbelievably loud inside, literally beating against his chest. It wouldn't be good for his hearing sure, but he never much cared about the physical dangers of his habits. He brushed aside dancers as he made his way to the bar to get a drink. After getting himself a firewhiskey, Thomas looked around for some company. It was jam packed there, and there were plenty of women but he found the best looking girl there quickly and easily - a dark haired, caramel skinned girl , sitting at a, surprisingly, empty table. She looked strangely familiar too, as if he had seen her before. He shoved aside more people as he made his way over "Looking for company?" he asked. She would recognize him for sure, there weren't many who did not know Thomas Lestrange. And if she was smart, she wouldn't reject him either, that had never happened before. Thomas knew that women always craved power in one of its forms, and the Lestranges had it all.

Nerezza watched all of the various dancers move with the music. Being more of a watcher, the Italian preferred to observe the many drunken fools douse themselves in alcohol and become different people around the strangers they met at this night club. She found it amusing, though, because people were so determined to forget their lives when they left work or home. They wanted to come here to have a good time, but at what cost? Smirking to herself, she knew that she had taken many men home for fun, but had never remembered them afterward. She didn't care about anyone but herself. She had learned that to be alone meant to be safe and that was how it was going to stay. Sure, one night stands were fine as long as the man didn't grow attached. She usually had to hurt him to make him see, like physically slashing at him. But, she always thought that was fun.

There were a few men that caught her eye and she had a thought to go and lure them over to her, but she was going to wait for an audacious one. She didn't feel like doing all the work tonight. She wanted to take a break. Taking another sip of her alcoholic beverage, she noticed someone walking towards her. When she looked up, her emeralds met the dark brown of the infamous Thomas Lestrange. Smiling beautifully, she gestured for him to sit down, never allowing her eyes to move from his. He was extremely attractive and powerful to be sure. But, there was something about his dark eyes that sent her body into a desirous longing for him. Calming herself down, she watched him before standing up, holding out an elegant caramel hand. With her velvet voice, she said, "Nerezza Ferruccio. I have heard many things about you, Signore* Lestrange." Her emeralds glittered as she spoke his name with a purr, her lips curling into a seductive smile.