Weiss sipped delicately from her wine glass, her legs crossed daintily on her seat and a very aloof expression gracing her face. Her cold, piercing blue eyes surveyed the club, taking in the crowd. She caught more than a few men, and women, staring at her, and smirked inwardly, though her gaze didn't linger on any of her would-be admirers. One of the men worked up the courage to approach her but she waved him off without even glancing in his direction. Her posture and expression were more than enough to quell any ideas he had of persisting in trying to talk to her. Dejected, he went to rejoin his friends, who lightheartedly ribbed him for his failure with the gorgeous woman with snow white hair.

Weiss knew she was striking. Between her perfect, long hair set in a side ponytail, her bright blue eyes and her flawless, porcelain skin, it would be hard not to draw the eye of anybody she happens to pass by. She wasn't complacent though, she kept her body toned and athletic through rigorous exercise, and dressed to impress. Tonight, her outfit of choice was a stunning midnight blue number, form fitting and featuring cutouts to show flashes of tantalizing skin, while keeping everything covered tastefully. It wouldn't be wrong to say she was the most stunning person in the club at the moment, and she was patting herself on the back mentally for it. She motioned to the barman to get her another glass of wine, having finished her first one. The night was still young, and she didn't want to go to hard on the stiffer drinks if she didn't end up finding anyone fun to do so with. Weiss sighed as she looked around the club again. The crowd was very standard for a club, lots of posturing guys, lots of women letting loose for a fun night. Nobody took her fancy, but she had plenty of time to kill so she continued to sit at the bar and drink her wine.

Yang swaggered past the bouncer with a wide grin on her face, her wild mane of golden hair bouncing behind her. As usual, all it took was a smile and a touch on the arm for the doorman to let her in. Yang was a regular to this particular club, having started coming here years ago after being banned from Junior's place. As such, she was effectively permanently on the VIP list, cutting the lines with barely any effort on her part.

She smiled and winked at the other regulars who recognized her as she walked to the bar. Waving to the barman, she didn't even need to ask before he brought her her usual cocktail, a Strawberry Sunrise. She turned her back to the bar and raised her glass to her lips before she saw the beautiful stranger sitting down at the other end of the bar. Sitting tall and straight, legs crossed like a proper lady, a glass of red wine in her hand, she looked almost bored with the club, as if everything in it, and everyone, for that matter, was beneath her. Yang wondered what such a prude was doing in a place like this before shrugging and taking another drink.

It wasn't long until some guy approached her and tried to start up a conversation. "Hey baby, those clothes look good on you, but they'd look better on my floor," he smirked.

Yang turned slightly to look at him, her drink at her lips. She half closed her eyes as she licked her lips and put her drink down on the bar. "Oh, really? Are you offering to take them off for me?"

The man swallowed audibly, his eyes widening ever so slightly before he smiled again. "Uh...sure, you wanna get out of here?" He asked, almost incredulously.

Yang leaned forward towards him, which gave him a very good view of her ample cleavage as she answered with a sultry look on her face. "Are you sure you can handle me?"

The man swallowed nervously again, his eyes darting between her chest and her face, opening and closing his mouth twice before stammering out an answer. "Y-yeah, why don't you come-"

Yang's booming laughter cut him off. After she got herself under control, she grinned at him. "You're cute kid, but here's a tip. Don't go propositioning women with cheesy pickup lines like that, especially when you aren't confident enough to back them up. People will think you're a creep."

The man nodded, crestfallen as he turned and walked away from her. Yang glanced around the club again, her lilac eyes briefly meeting the blue eyes of the beautiful stranger on the other end of the bar. Yang's breath hitched in her throat as those eyes held hers. It was only a few seconds, but to Yang it felt like hours. In the end she lost her nerve first, glancing down to the drink in her hand, gingerly taking a sip, the sweetness and alcohol helping her settle her nerves. Yang didn't know what it was about the other woman that had made her freeze up. It wasn't like Yang had never seen a pretty stranger before, it wasn't even the first time she had seen this particular stranger. She stared down at her drink, not really seeing it, nor hearing the music in the club. She wasn't lost in thought though, her mind blank, her eyes staring down at the pale red drink in her hands. Yang wasn't sure how long she zoned out like that, but it couldn't have been too long. She shook her head gently and looked back up. It was then that she noticed someone sitting next to her, facing the bar.

Yang looked over and saw that long ponytail, the blue dress, the pale skin, and her breath hitched again. The woman was watching the bartender, who brought over a pair of drinks, both Strawberry Sunrises. He placed one in front of the woman and the other in front of Yang. At this, the woman turned to look at Yang and smiled at her, picking up the drink and taking a sip.

"Hmm, I had you pegged as someone who enjoyed something a little stronger." The woman's voice was melodic.

Yang giggled lightly and replied, "What, a girl can't enjoy a sweet drink?"

"Of course you can. I was just mildly surprised," the woman answered back, taking a longer sip this time. "My name is Weiss, what's yours?"

"Yang, nice to meet you."

"Likewise. Tell me Yang, do you come here often?" Weiss put her drink down.

"Oh yeah, I'm a regular here. Can't say I've seen you around before though. I think I'd remember someone like you," Yang said, eyeing up Weiss with a practiced eye.

Weiss smiled gently. "I'm sure you would. I know I tend to stand out a little bit. It's my first time here though."

"I like it here. Good drinks, fair prices, good music, the crowd is usually fun to dance with too," Yang grinned and drank some more.

"I take it you dance often then?" Weiss smirked at the blonde, one of her eyebrows raised.

"Of course! Dancing is the best part of being at a club!" Yang shot back an even bigger smirk as she continued. "Well, best part besides drinking with a beautiful stranger."

Weiss' look grew more sultry, though she kept a small smile on her face as she leaned in to whisper into Yang's ear. "What about dancing with a beautiful stranger? Is that better than drinking with one?"

Yang shivered lightly at the feeling of Weiss' breath at her ear. She took a deep breath in, smelling Weiss' perfume as she did so, something very cold and bracing, like a crisp winter breeze. Weiss leaned back, sitting normally again, and simply stared at Yang, waiting for a reply. Yang swallowed, feeling a tingling in the pit of her stomach. "That could be good, why don't we find out?"

Weiss smiled again, then waved the bartender over. "Drinks first, then we'll dance". She placed her order then turned around to look out at the dance floor, finishing off her drink. Yang did the same, and the two sat in silence until the return of the bartender caused them to turn again. Yang glanced down and saw four shots lined up on the bar, a small plate of lemon slices, and a salt shaker.

"I didn't take you for a Tequila kind of girl, Weiss".

Weiss smirked and licked her hand, salt shaker ready in the other. After she was done, she handed the shaker to Yang, who copied her. They each grabbed a shot, licked the salt off their hands, then drank. They took a lemon slice and sucked at it, chasing the shot with the sour juice. Weiss was already pouring more salt onto her hand. She glanced at Yang. "Again," she said simply, indicating the remaining two shots.

Once they were done drinking and sufficiently cleaned their hands with napkins, Weiss grabbed Yang's hand and pulled her towards the dance floor. Finding a spot with enough space for them, Weiss turned and started dancing, Yang following suit.

Yang couldn't keep her eyes off of her companion. The way she moved was so graceful and fluid, her body gyrating to the music with perfect timing. It was mesmerizing to watch. Yang could feel her heartbeat quicken, and it wasn't just because of the music and her own dancing. Glancing up to the other woman's blue eyes, Yang noticed that she was smiling and watching Yang in return. Yang smiled back and let herself go, focusing only on the music, her body moving in rhythm. Before she knew it, however, Weiss had moved much closer than before, her back almost touching the blonde's chest, her ass gyrating against Yang's hips. Yang shivered again as Weiss reached back to grab her hands, moving them onto the smaller woman's hips, holding them there as she kept grinding against the taller woman. Yang somehow drew up the courage to step closer, her chest now pressing firmly into Weiss' back, and they danced together, Weiss raising her hands up and down her body, Yang's hands still on Weiss' hips.

After a song or two or three, Yang wasn't sure how long they were dancing, actually, she noticed that the closest dancers were more watching her and Weiss than actually dancing themselves. If Weiss had noticed the spectators, she obviously didn't care, so Yang didn't pay them any mind either. Weiss turned and reached around Yang to start rubbing up and down her back, her hands wandering a little lower every time. She stepped in, pressing herself up against Yang, and Yang took in a sharp breath before having to hold back a moan, feeling warmth building at her core. Yang kept her hands on Weiss' hips as they danced face to face now, Weiss looking up and smirking at Yang once again, a teasing look in her brilliant blue eyes. Yang, for her part, was looking down at the gorgeous woman in her arms, her mind and heart racing a mile a minute. Weiss' hands eventually passed over the curves of Yang's ass a few times before giving up all pretense and just resting on it, rubbing lightly. Yang shivered again and let out a light moan, before stepping back and grabbing Weiss' hand, pulling the shorter woman to the bar.

"Tired already?" Weiss asked, with a teasing lilt to her voice.

"I need a drink, I'm parched after that," Yang replied, getting another Strawberry Sunrise and unconsciously rubbing her thighs together.

Weiss continued to smile as she ordered another shot of Tequila, taking it before leaning up against Yang, pressing her body against the tall blonde, tilting her head up to whisper in her ear. "Shall we dance again or do you want something else now?"

Yang's eyes widened and she looked down to meet Weiss' eyes, seeing mischief and desire in them. That look caused Yang to get even warmer, her core aching now. Yang almost stammered out her response, just barely keeping it together, her heart beating so strongly in her chest she was certain Weiss could hear it over the music. "Actually, I was thinking of heading home soon...I work in the morning, and I need my beauty sleep."

Weiss giggled at that, stepping back as she did so. "Well, look at you, trying to be a responsible adult after having come to a nightclub in the first place." She turned around and took a step away before looking over her shoulder. "I'll see you around here again, right Yang?" Yang nodded and swallowed nervously, watching Weiss' hips sway as she walked away.

Quickly downing the rest of her drink, Yang left the club shortly after, nodding goodbye to the bouncer. The cool night air both helped sober her up a bit and cool herself down. As she walked back to her apartment, she kept thinking about Weiss. Yang's heart was still pounding. She didn't know why Weiss affected her so much. Weiss certainly wasn't the first girl she had ever spent some time at the club with...but something about her made Yang want more. She never brought anyone home from the club, nor did she ever follow anyone home either. Yang flirted well and talked big, but truth be told, she still hadn't slept with anyone, and she wasn't interested in one night stands, like most of the guys and girls at the club. Weiss, however, was different. Yang almost wanted to follow Weiss home, or lead her to her apartment, and that secret thought in the back of her mind scared Yang. She opened the door to her place, took off her shoes, changed into a pair of short shorts and a tank top and climbed into bed, thinking about a white haired girl the whole time.

Weiss was sitting at a desk in her room, wearing a pale blue nightgown and soft, warm slippers. On the desk before her sat an open book, one page covered in precise, neat handwriting, the other blank. In her hand she held a pen, writing steadily away, her writing just as neat and precise as the rest, despite the pleasant buzz she had from the alcohol she drank earlier.

Dear Diary

Holy FUCK. It was definitely worth it to go to that club. Despite it being obviously way fucking below me, I found the most stunning girl there. A tall, sexy blonde, with tits big enough to make a porn star jealous.

I had her wrapped around my finger too. It was cute watching her try to match my flirting at first, but she was way out of her league. Well, it's not like she stood a chance against a slut like me in the first place. Anyways, I could tell she wanted me. After all that grinding I did on her, I was surprised I didn't see her dripping down her legs. Fuck those legs...and her ass. I got a nice feel of it, firm and solid, she definitely works out. And did I mention her boobs? I could use those things as pillows, I swear.

Fuck I want her bad, but she had work in the morning apparently, and she isn't enough of a rebel to say fuck it. Still, I got her to agree to meet me there again, so maybe next time I can bring her here and fuck her brains out until she's a sexy mindless little whore. I want her to be lying in a puddle of her own juices, begging me for more. Or maybe I should have her fuck me for all she's worth, I could use a good fucking pounding, it's been way too damn long.

I don't know which I'd like more, but for now, Diary, I'm gonna put you away and go play with some of my favourite toys until I cum so hard I see white, thinking about that sexy Yang the whole while.

Weiss