A/N: So this OC has been hanging around, neglected, for far too long and she finally got tired of waiting for her turn. And Hisoka, being the b*****d that he is, decided that this story was more amusing then his other one -_- So for anyone who has been reading Tsutae's Secret that story will probably be on hiatus for this month.

Chapters will be short, regular(ish) updates, and probably minimal A/Ns.

A heavy glass was slammed on the counter beside him, the ice jumping as though someone had been pressing upon it. Sliding his gaze to catch sight of the length of burgundy hair from the corner of his yellow eye Hisoka smiled devilishly as he sipped at his own drink. There was nothing he liked better than this type of atmosphere, the feeling of restrained lust and ecstasy that was just one push away from breaking the line and crossing into the illegal and amoral. The magician leaned against the counter, resting his left foot along the bar near the floor, and tipped his own empty glass so the ice clinked.

"Hey," the woman beside Hisoka spoke without looking at him, shifting her position to mirror his, "I haven't seen ya around before. New?" The question earned a chuckle and nothing more from the magician though the woman's eyes flashed his way briefly; revealing a delicate pink Hisoka thought was at odds with the rest of her appearance. Her burgundy hair was straight, curling only at the ends to outline the flare of her jean hugged hips. Hisoka's eyes traced her figure, noting that it was highlighted by the formfitting black long sleeved shirt beneath a red spaghetti strap tank top. Continuing his inspection it was interesting to note that one leg of her jeans was cut off, the left one to be precise, mid-thigh and when his gaze touched upon lightly tanned skin it was immediately drawn to the intricate tattoo on her outer calf.

Distracted from her ink by a new glass being set in front of him, Hisoka missed the thin smirk forming on her pale lips before she smothered it. She turned her body so her elbows rested on the counter and she could look out into the crowd of mingling bodies, crossing her ankles. The lights were dimmed over the dance floor, but where the two of them stood they were bathed in white from overhead. She would have preferred being in the middle of those bodies, grinding against whoever caught her fancy, but since her latest interest seemed uninclined to move she had come to him. Hopefully he would be worth the effort.

Hisoka watched as she glanced at him and smiled, tilting her head in his direction so that hair fell across her alluring eyes. That smile was not of some innocent girl, or even that of a master seductress; it was a mischievous grin that the magician recognized all too well. It was the type of smile he showed to his opponents, a silent promise that whatever was to follow would be for his enjoyment and nothing else. Responding in kind, a tiny tilt of his chin downwards, Hisoka returned that smile.

Upon seeing his agreement, though the magician did not know exactly what he had given permission for, the woman pushed away without a word. She glanced over her shoulder as she walked, looking at Hisoka long enough to signal him to follow and with a smirk he set his half-finished drink aside. The music had shifted, the tempo picking up, and as it did so too did the dancers. She brushed through the crowd of sweating bodies, feeling the heat of so many people as they moved and breathed. It made her feel alive. But the best perk of this atmosphere was that no matter how much she herself let loose no one would be able to distinguish her lust from those around her and as the night progressed even her bloodlust could be drowned out and hidden.

Turning her head to look over her shoulder, seeking out the red head that had intrigued her, she was amazed to discover him so close. If she turned the rest of her body her shoulders would scrape against his chest, her body could easily press flush to his and wind her arms around his neck, running her fingers through that flaming hair and craning her neck back to the angle needed to stare into his strange golden yellow eyes… Stopping her fantasy from becoming reality she whipped her face around and focused on where she was leading him. Now was not the time… there was more fun to be had first. The night was young and needed to be savoured. However she could not stop herself from stretching a hand back, seeking out the red head's, and was pleased when a large and slightly calloused one enclosed hers. She dragged him faster through the throng of bodies towards their goal at the back of the club where the stairs were sectioned off. Only VIPs and other special guests were allowed on the second and third floors, if you weren't one of those you could never hope to become one. Although the club seemed like the average anyone-who-pays-a-fee-can-get-in kind it was a very exclusive place, one she enjoyed frequenting.

Spotting the man she wanted she released the red head's hand to approach him.

Hisoka watched as his entertainment walked confidently up to a man twice her size and who was leaning casually in tight fitting black clothes beside a set of closed double doors. In the dim light they were only visible close up. Someone who was in the midst of dancing and drinking would never spy them, which told the magician whatever was behind them was going to bring lots of fun. Hopefully it was his kind of fun. It was always a pleasure when the toys just came to him without being beckoned.

He watched, bemused, as her length of burgundy hair was collected and tied into a low ponytail while she talked with the other man. It seemed an unconscious gesture but Hisoka could tell that she was charming the bloke. The man's eyes were riveted on her chest, and the magician could bet she was laying on a pleasant smile and saying whatever flattering things were needed to get past him. It was a game Hisoka had seen played out hundreds of times, and occasionally attempted to be played on him, by women of wealth or prestige.

It was not much longer before she returned to the magician's side, throwing her hair loose once more and exasperatedly sighing, "God, he's so pestering but we're in. Come." Hisoka allowed her to take his hand again and drew him closer to the doors.

The other man looked displeased at the red head's approach, eyes glaring at their locked hands, but did not move or speak to either of them. Of course Hisoka could not resist a little taunt, smiling widely and moving closer so it looked as though his body was pressing against the woman's. Narrowed eyes followed the two until the door was slammed in the watchdog's face. Hisoka chuckled.