A Night Out

Sometimes a girl has to get out and dance. This one in particular. Music was one of Ayashe's ways of release. She didn't need to be drunk or high to let loose, she just needed a steady beat and a crowd of people forgetting their troubles with pulsating lights. A cute guy to dance with wasn't a terrible addition, either. After dressing, doing her hair and makeup, and snapping a quick selfie in the mirror, she was ready by any normal standards. But Ayashe wasn't normal. She slid the anti-nullifier bracelet onto her wrist, tucked a silver blade into her boot, slid a nullifier bracelet into her pocket, dropped a mini can of spraypaint into her purse, and tucked two tiny handguns into the conceal and carry corset under her dress top. She took her jeep, heading off toward a club she looked up online called The Sphynx in Downtown RhyDin. It seemed promising, they had a DJ tonight and the photo gallery looked like it had fun patrons. As soon as she arrived, she downed a few shots then headed for the dance floor.

An hour or so would go by, uneventful aside from the various dancing partners. She noticed one guy in particular was checking her out for the majority of the evening. He'd come over and danced with her a few times but moved away for periods at a time. A normal tactic for guys that didn't want to seem to hover. Eventually he brought her a drink and the two of them danced for a few songs in a row. He leaned forward, speaking into her ear as they danced. Ayashe didn't grind, twerk or do any sort of lewd dancing. When guys started getting grabby she moved away from them, but she did enjoy moving with a partner. Hands on the hips, a hand on the waist, or hand in hand was nice. Arms around the neck or back to their chest was fine, too. He brushed her hair aside and she giggled, "You're beautiful. I want to get to know you. Want to go somewhere and talk?" She grinned and leaned her head back against his chest so she could look up at him and he could hear her over the music, "Sure." At that, the young man took her free hand and lead her over to a booth with their drinks. He drew her in to sit close to him while they spoke. Nothing heavy. Smalltalk with a mix of flirty glances as Ayashe snuggled in a little closer to him. He smelled nice and had a cute smile. But there was something else. Ayashe noticed... the little things. ..the glances from across the room.. the way he looked over the perimeter and seemed to have every move planned out... the way he eyed her bracelet and seemed to think he could smoothly separate her from her purse without her knowing... After a little snuggling, he leaned in to plant a soft kiss to her lips. Their drinks were finished and he was starting to get too close for comfort so she grabbed his hand and lead him back to the dance floor. After another song or two she noticed he had been attempting to lead her away from the crowd. She let it happen until eventually he drew her up against the wall, a hand brought up to her cheek. She grinned up at him. "Tired of dancing?" He didn't answer, instead he smiled, leaning in to kiss her. Ayashe got the feeling things were about to change and not in a good way. Her hands moved up to his neck and he casually tried to draw her hand away from his throat when suddenly she felt the wall give way behind her. She recognized the feeling as being phased through a wall. Ayashe didn't have that ability but it's been used on her before. Gripping his shoulder with one hand and his wrist with the other, she waited until they were in the alley beside the building before moving into action. Swiftly, she wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and yanked him backward, bringing her knees up between them as she rolled him with the momentum of his phasing since he had pushed her back through the wall. She pinned him while snapping that nullifier bracelet onto his wrist. He fought back and the two of them rolled along the ground. During the tussle, he'd landed a knee to her ribcage, cracking a few of her ribs, but she had him on the ground again, slamming her elbow into his jaw until he tried wrestling her away again. When all was said and done, she had broken his right arm and slammed his head into the concrete, knocking him out... Ayashe grabbed her purse and pulled a small bottle from it. It was a concoction she'd mixed with herbs she'd gathered on her recent ventures that would keep him sedated for awhile. At that point she drew the spraypaint can out of her purse and gave a look around. No one had spotted them. No cameras in this alley. Perfect for mugging or raping someone, they should really look into that... She sprayed over him rather quickly and as the fluid splashed against his body it seemed to twist and braid into a thick red rope. Ayashe knew she couldn't get away with dragging him to the jeep without anyone seeing, so she pulled him behind the large trash can and buried him under some garbage before running out to grab her jeep and pull it up to the alley. She loaded him up.. brought him home.. lugged him into the basement and locked him up securely. He'd be asleep for a good long while, nullified, and waiting.

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