Warrick pulled the car to a stop outside of the new Vegas club, the G.A.C bar. It had only been open a few weeks, but already it had been placed as the number one celeb spot in town. Queues were already the length of the sidewalk, but Warrick casually strode up the bouncer at the front, whispered something in his ear and walked straight into the club, Catherine in hand.

Inside, the walls where lined in the masterpieces of Giovanni Antonio Canaletti, an Italian artist and namesake of the club. The G.A.C bar was the fifth of the Art-inspired night-clubs that had popped up on the scene across America. Weirdly, they were doing really well.

'How did you do that?' Catherine shouted over the music

'What?!' Warrick shouted back, not hearing her question. Catherine repeated herself.

'Oh! I went to college with the bouncer!' Warrick replied, hoping he had answered right, seeing as he hadn't heard the whole question.

X

Warrick and Catherine manoeuvred themselves through the dancing crowd towards the bar.

'What you drinking?' he asked, doing a hand gesture in case she didn't hear him.

'JD and Coke please!'

He nodded and got himself a beer too.

'C'mon! We came here to dance not prop up the bar!' Catherine exclaimed, pulling Warrick into the mass.

Leaving there untouched drinks on an empty table, they found a spot and began to dance with the music. Moving into and away from each other, not leaving go of hands, and smiling and laughing all the time, they put on quite a show.

'Slowing it down guys' the DJ announced over the microphone. Although the song was slow one, he'd mixed it a bit, so it had a better beat.

It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart

Without saying a word, you can light up the dark

Warrick took Catherine's hand and pulled her into him. She giggled at the action and sank into his strong protective arms. Truth was, she was glad of the stability! She had sobered up a bit with the dancing, but still her knees weren't fully her own.

Try as I may I can never explain,

What it feels when you don't say a thing

Catherine clasped her hands behind his neck and rested her head on his broad shoulders. Their bodies entwined and moving as one.

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me

Theirs a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me

Warrick's hands caressed the soft skin at the base of Catherine's back. She felt as her partners breathing sped up, his touches lighter on her skin, his presence enveloping her every sense.

The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall

She lifted her head and looked up to Warrick's beautiful brown eyes. So much longing, adoration and need portrayed in a single look, as their eyes silently conversed.

You say it best, when you say nothing at all.

Their lips touched.

XX

The music surrounding the two sped up into an up-tempo beat, yet Warrick and Catherine stood deadly still, only their mouths in time with the tunes.