She pulled up to the old church, parked the car, and smiled. "This, is The Asylum" she said, then got out of the car. As everyone else got out too, a girl came stumbling out, drunk, and wobbled over to Chloe, giving her a rough, messy kiss.
Chloe laughed when the girl pulled back, and slung an arm over her shoulders. "Hey Bela" she said, and he girl's hand went up the back of her thigh. "This is Cas, Dean, and that's Sam" she said, pointing at the boys.
"Who's this fox?" Bela said, pulling away from Chloe and going over to Gabriel. "I'm Gabbie" Gabriel said, letting the girl hang on her slightly. They talked for a minute before dean interrupted. "Where are we?" he asked, looking slightly questioningly at the church.
"You, Mr. Pimp Animal catcher, are at the world's best nightclub and party spot" she said, draping her arm across Gabriel's shoulders and pulling him flush against her side.
"Mr. What?" dean asked, not sure what she'd meant by all that.
"Pimp," she said, gesturing to his clothes. "Animal catcher." she said, jerking a thumb towards Chloe. "Because if you didn't domesticate her, someone else will. She's an animal. At parties, and in bed" she said, laughing.
"Bela!" Chloe almost screeched, stopping her from saying any more, blush obvious even under the makeup. She took her friend's arm off Gabriel and shoved her away, hooking her arm with his and pulling him towards the doors. When she opened them, she visibly relaxed as the beat pounded in her chest.
Dean's jaw almost dropped at Bela's words, and Chloe's reaction. He followed the girls, watching the teenager walk. The bass and decorations were surprising, cages with dancers hanging from the ceiling, red and black lights, and a bar the length of the parallel wall, with 4 bartenders working. There were tables and booths at the walls, making room for the dancers who were all packed together in the crowded nightclub. She walked over to an open corner booth dropping her leash on the table, claiming it for them.
"What do you guys want to drink?" she said, yelling over the music. She got the answers of four beers and a she laughed.
"Whatever you say. For us, drinks are free!" she said, then disappeared into the crowd, walking over to the bar. She leaned over the bar, giving one of the bartenders their drink orders. The guy from the mall came over and put his hand on her thigh as he pulled out some cash, paying for the drinks as his hand slid up, stopping at the point where her thigh met her butt, and pressed his fingers along the light line there. She brought back the four bottles of beer, and her cup of greyish silver liquid.
"What's that?" Sam asked, and she held it out for him to try it. Gabriel took it before he could, sipping it, and then holding it to her chest. "Go get your own. This one's mine." Gabbie said, before laughing and handing it back. Each of the boys took a sip of it, tasting strawberries, but something else unidentifiable.
"What is this?" Dean asked looking at the glass in his hand.
"They call it the 'Grey area'. If you drink too many, you get a grey area in your memory" she said, taking it back, then walked to the sea of bodies, and almost immediately got pulled in by a guy who was wearing only a pair of leather pants and some shoes, who pressed his chest against her back, grinding against her, and she diced with him, hiding her drink up like everybody else, trying not to spill it. After a few songs, he tried to bite her collarbone, but she pulled away from him as his teeth met her skin. She walked over to the table where Dean was sitting, everybody else having gone to dance.
"What was he doing?" Dean asked as she sat down.
"Trying to mark me." She said, "It'll happen to you if you dance out there" she warned, and then took a sip of her drink.
"Mark me? How do I make them not?" he asked her. "What is it?" he added, looking over at her.
She held up a finger, then got a couple to come over to the table. "It's those" she said, pointing at the hickey with a light smear of lipstick surrounding it on his neck, and the hickey with a bite mark around it on the girl's collar bone. "Thanks guys." She told them, and they walked off towards the crowd again.
"It's like a mark of ownership. A 'Hands off, their mine.' No girls have the same lipstick, and no guys have the same bite mark. Gay bottoms get it where their neck and shoulder meet, gay tops get it under their jawbone on the side" she said, pointing out where the marks would be.
"So how do I get them to not mark me?" he asked, seeing that she didn't have one.
"You don't. You get one from someone you trust. You can dance with anyone, but it means 'Hey, this is only dancing, nothing more.' Understand?" she asked.
He nodded. "I'll do it for you, if you don't want any pf them to" she said, gesturing to the people dancing.
"Please?" he said, slightly uncertain. "M'Kay, but you have to mark me too" she told him, but moved around to the other side of the table.
"You do it like this" she said, then opened her mouth against his neck, biting down and sucking. She felt he slight shiver go down his spine, wracking his whole body, and she pulled her mouth off, licking over the mark to take the sting of it away, and pressed her lips down where her teeth were, leaving some of her lipstick on his neck.
"Your turn" he said, and brushed her hair off her shoulder, tipping her head to the side. He pressed a soft kiss to the skin there, then bit down, leaving a teeth mark, and sucking. She whimpered quietly as he sucked on the skin of her collarbone, leaving a deep purple mark on her. He pulled away, and she grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the booth.
"Anybody who can make me react like that needs to dance with me." She told him, pulling him towards the other people that were dancing.
"How many drinks have you had?" he asked, but went with her.
"Hmmm… Five to eight." She told him, but pulled him towards her by his tie, pressing her chest against his, and started moving her hips, dancing