Introduction

The club was buzzing with a loud, thunderous rhythm as the music pulsated out from its speakers. The bar was full of people of all ages, though the people between the ages of 20 to 25 was at a large majority, and there was a certain energy circulating in the large area. Nearly 80% held a drink in their hand, and the 20% that was remaining was either at the bar attempting to buy a drink or had finished a drink already and was on their way to the bar to get a new drink. Embry Ateara was one of them.

He let his eyes wander, seeing the couple flirting at the bar, the various people at the dance floor humping each other, the many people sitting at different tables and talking, the woman sitting at a table, the… His eyes fell back at the lonely woman. Her fluffy hair was curly and barerly reached down to her shoulders, displaying her bare shoulders. Embry gazed down her body, noticing how tight her dark red dress seemed to sit. His eyes raised themselves up to her face, wanting to inspect her further, but his gaze was instantly locked with hers. Her dark eyes were tense and steady as both of them refused to break their newfound connection. As her eyebrow quirked up, his interest in her grew.

"Bored?"asked a high-pitched voice in his ear. It took everything he had to not wince. He turned his gaze onto a woman - in her mid twenties maybe - who flicked her hair behind her shoulder while a smile was placed on her maroon lips. He gave his signature smirk, causing her smile to grow.
"Nah, not yet. What about you, beautiful?" He looked up to the lonely woman once more, although she was not in her seat. Fuck. Embry's brows furrowed for a second before he regained his sight of the beauty before him.

"Well, I can easily think of ways that would make my night more entertaining." The woman's eyes twinkled.

"I'm Tracy, by the way." Her hand shot out. He smirked once more, taking her hand in his; lifting it to his mouth to kiss it. Then it came. The hair on his arms stood up, his back tingeling. Danger danger danger. His whole system started to scream at him, making him freeze. His lips lingered a second longer than it normally would on the woman's hand, resulting in a blush on the woman's cheeks. Her mouth opened to say something, but the voice that came out was not hers.

"Pardon me."

Both of them turned towards the voice. In front of them stood the lonely woman. Now that she was closer, could Embry see her more clearly. She had bright red lips that stood out against her skin and dark eyes with black eyelashes surrounding them. Her nose was a bit quirked at the end, otherwise it was straight. Her cheekbones were high and pointed out. She was, if Embry were to be frank, hot. But. The feeling Embry was feeling had not left him, in fact it had gotten even more intense. As he concentrated on the feeling and tried to find the source of the feeling, he realised the woman in front of him stared at him.
"You're british", said Embry, suddenly not sure of what he was saying. She nodded, both eyebrows raising themselves.
"Well noted. Now that that has been cleared, may I get through?"

"Get through?", asked the woman at Embry's side, as she cocked her head to the side causing Embry to think about a lost puppy.

"Well yes, as you are in the way."

"In the way?"

The British woman's eyes rolled, replying; "In my way. You are hindering me, and others for that matter, to get to the bathroom." She nodded towards their back. And yes, they stood directly in front of the bathroom.

Through the conversation, Embry was looking over the club, trying to make sense of why his fight or flight system was freaking out. He found nothing. Fuck. He looked back at the woman in front og him - could it really be her? Nothing about her could be even a bit dangerous or suspicious, if not the familiar twitching of her fingers had not caught his attention. Her fingers fluttered ever so occasionally under the women's brief conversation. Either was she in a desperate need of taking drugs, or did she have some sort of trauma. Maybe it was stress or worry. Maybe it was a sickness that caused it. Embry doubted the drugs - she did not look like the type who would even be a tiniest bit interested in taking drugs, but he also knew appearances wasn't all. He doubted she had any trauma whatsoever, so that was out of the question. So either stress or worry, or a sickness. He chose the stress/worry scenario. But why was she stressed then? And why would she be dangerous to people, least of all him? Embry could feel his suspicion grow. He had been fooled enough by women, men, people in general, to just accept the woman before him. Who was she? What was she doing here? Why on earth had she been staring at him?

His hand shot forward. "Embry." He smirked, waiting for her to grasp his hand. She did not disappoint as her hand was placed in his. The skin was smooth, but hardened; she was someone who was used to working with her hands. Embry's suspicion grew. Before he could kiss her hand, she shook it, keeping her hold on his.
"What a pleasure meeting you Mr. Ateara." Her smile was, at least for now, sincere. She withdrew her hand, nodding her head once more towards the bathrooms. "Not to be rude or anything of the sort, but I really do need to go to the bathroom."

He smirked at her and, without thinking, stepped back, holding out his hand in the process; a signature move for her to walk on. Her mouth twitched before she put one foot before the other and walked away. It was just as he saw her disappear in the ladies room when he remembered he hadn't caught her name. Or more like she hadn't given him her name. Just as he remembered this, something else caught upon him. How did she know his last name? His eyes shrunk.

Fuck.