Title: First Impressions

Synopsis: When princess meets playboy, their worlds change in ways they didn't expect.

Genre: Drama/General

Their meeting was solely by chance; they just happened to be in the same place at the same time. Not that such a thing was uncommon, but the significance was still apparent. It was at a popular club in town, "The Ace of Spades", that the two first crossed paths for the first time. Aubrey had heard of the venue through word-of-mouth and, ever the diva, seized the opportunity to show off for an audience. She headed over with a couple of girlfriends and managed to steal the spotlight on the dance floor. At least, until Angel showed up.

He was a regular VIP; all the patrons knew his name. It would've been impossible not to notice him between his flashy cropped trench coat left open to expose his well-sculpted abs and the crowd of screaming girls announcing his arrival. Their glances had met across the room. Aubrey wasn't impressed, he was nothing but a cocky playboy as far as she could tell.

Meanwhile, all Angel could see was a beautiful redhead who had managed to take control of the dance floor. She practically exuded confidence; the attraction was almost instant. He made his way through the crowd towards center stage to get a closer look at her. The way she commanded everyone's attention was a sight to behold. Her every move was equal parts graceful and precise. She never missed a beat, and the crowd was eating it up. As the DJ was about to transition into the next song, Angel decided it was time for him to take the stage. The crowd parted, and the spotlight was now on him.

"Mind if I cut in?" he asked in a heavy Spanish accent. As she glanced at him, he managed to notice the slightest hint of a smirk on her face.

"Do what you want," she said as she turned away. That was a challenge if he ever heard one. Fine, he would surely get her attention once she started showing off his moves. Right on cue, "I Know You Want Me" by Pitbull began blaring from the speakers.

He swiftly began to salsa, moving into a merengue. Between moves he could glance over and see the young woman keeping up with him. There was a sense of pridefulness emanating from her; she would not allow herself to be outdone. He wouldn't have wanted anything less; after girls and poker, there was nothing he loved more than a good challenge.

Though they moved independently, there was something about both of their dances that suggested a natural harmony with each other. However, it soon became clear that Angel was the main attraction as the crowd was cheering his name by the time the song had finished. As he glimpsed over in the young woman's direction, it was plain to see she didn't appreciate being shown up. He wanted to talk to her, but it would be risky at this point. Then again, with risk came rewards. He cautiously approached her and did his best to lay on the charm.

"Mind if I get your name?" he asked as suavely as possible. She paused, possibly debating whether or not to acknowledge him.

"It's Aubrey. Miss Aubrey if you know what's good for you." Angel didn't let her dismissive tone faze him.

"The name's Angel. Can I get you a drink, miss Aubrey?" Aubrey leered at him skeptically.

"Not interested." She certainly wasn't going to make this easy. Still, he wasn't one to give up so easily. What some people would call stubbornness, he merely called tenacity.

"How about we just chat then? I can grab you a spot in the VIP section." Aubrey seemed to consider the offer. Her expression was less of annoyance and more of intrigue.

"Only if you tell me where you learned those moves." This was a first, being acknowledged as a dancer rather than just a man. It only served to fuel his interest in her.

"Certainly. Right this way." He escorted her to a private lounge near the back of the club.

Their conversation would end up being more about dancing than anything else. Angel may not have curried her favor the way he intended, but a mutual respect had developed between them. They would end up seeing more of each other, mostly due to Angel's persistence in pursuing her. Neither of them could anticipate what would become of this relationship, especially after they get invited to what seems to be an innocuous dance contest at Tan Manor...

...and then the plot of Dance Central 1 started. Sorry if the ending is a bit rushed, I might build on this later if I can think of something. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!