Hannah Greene

Hannah had been gone for the last few days, she hadn't really spent a night in the hotel suite, but she didn't seem to care that she was spending her parents money on it. The main door to the suite opened and closed, unless he gave key-cards to others, they were the only ones who had access to the room.

Immediately, she reached out, searching to find John by his emotions as she walked through the room. She kept a few things here, and she opened the door to her room in the suite, and then closed it again, so that she could change her clothes. Little black dress. Scandalously little black dress. She loved this dress. It drove men crazy, it made women angry with jealousy, it did everything a little black dress should do.

Corrin had amused her, and made her realize she might have feelings for him, so she had to smash them away, and by having a good time that would be possible. The doors to her part of the suite opened again and she stepped out as she hooked a pair of chandelier earrings into her ears.

John Allerdyce™

John give other people access to their hotel? No. Last thing he wanted was for Creed or Toad or someone to come bursting in and drink all the alcohol in their mini-fridge and dirty up the huge tub in the bathroom.

John was in the main living area, so he'd be viewable when she came in. "Hey." Eyes glued to the TV. Kill Bill. Great movie. He knew what she'd been up to, so her absence hadn't been alarming. His emotions were pretty steady. He was in a good mood.

John glanced up, however, when she came out and did a double take. And smirked. "Nice.. where are you going all dressed up?"

Hannah Greene

"We are going out," came her reply, tone hard and yet personable at the same time. From her right hand dangled a pair of black heels, strappy, sleek, sexy. She sat down on the couch next to him and bent to put them on. She knew she was attractive, yet it was rare that she looked like this. She wanted to stir up some trouble, that was clear, both in the posture she held, and the look in her dark eyes.

"There is a club I have been wanting to go to," she glanced from the television, to John, and back, before she smirked some and relaxed back into the sofa. She crossed her legs easily at the knee and gave him a strange sort of a grin.

"Comfortable here?"

John Allerdyce™

"Out? Club? I don't dance." Sort of gruffly. John had no dancing skills. He could barely sway back and forth in time with the music. But.. "Nice dress."

Ok, so. Maybe it had been awhile. And he had it for Rogue. But Hannah was hot. And his eyes were instantly drawn to nearly-completely-bare legs.

Rogue Rogue Rogueroguerogue..

"Huh?" He had totally missed what she had said.

Hannah Greene

A smooth smirk slipped onto her lips and she tilted her head to the side, looking at him almost quizzically. One didn't have to be an empath to know what he was feeling just then. It boosted her self-esteem a bit. Seeing this was far better than any words said.

"I said, are you comfortable here?" She turned her body to face him a bit more squarely and she lifted both brows.

Any thoughts of that...well, they just didn't feel right, she doubted it ever would feel right for her to want someone. For her to feel desire.

John Allerdyce™

John was male. It was understandable on his end.

"Oh. Yeah, yeah great." Dragging his eyes away with a smirk. "Much better than the dump I had been in. Even if that had been better than the place before that, heh." That dump with Creed. Goodgrief.

"But yeah. I can't dance." Even if he wouldn't mind going out. Getting out. He itched for a cigarette but Hannah had asked him - told him, ok? - no smoking in the room. So. He could wait.

Hannah Greene

"I will show you."

She stood with a grin on her lips and she offered her hand, even just here, for him to get the feel of it so he didn't feel he would make a fool out of himself in front of others.

"I have had training for years, if I cannot teach you, no one will be able to," her smirked grin turns into something softer and honest as she continues to hold her hand out to him. The other moves tot he entertainment system which was the television he'd been watching, and she changed the station, satellite radio was a wonderful thing, it had everything and anything, which included some Latin music.

"I will not bite you.." her grin returned. "Hard, that is, unless you ask me to, politely."

John Allerdyce™

 John wanted to comment, but bit his tongue. Instead, he eyed her hand and then smirked, shrugged. "Why the hell not?" Really, no one was watching. So what?

He'd take her hand and stand, to pull her up as well. He'd then let go, only to move the coffee table out of the way. Though he eyed the stereo a bit wearily. Dance music so wasn't his thing.

"If I step on your toes, I apologize in advance." Still smirking.

Hannah Greene

She chuckled at that, she'd had her toes stepped on many times when she was younger, little boys hated ballroom dancing lessons just as much as a person might think they would. She took his hands in hers gently, placing his right hand on her waist, and keeping his left hand in her right. The proper form of dancing.

"This sort of music asks you to move your hips, a lot," she glanced downward. "Like so." She hadn't moved her feet yet, but she swayed her hips in time with the movement. This sort of dancing emphasized everything she'd tried to forget about. "And then just an easy step, you step back with your left foot on one, two you return it forward, three you step forward with your right foot, and then back again on four. Easy."

Despite her mood swings and hard hearted nature, she could probably be quite the teacher if she set her mind to it.

John Allerdyce™

John was suddenly terribly nervous. Though he had always 'acted out' and liked being the center of attention, this made him nervous. He was a tad out of his league here. Dancing? Uhh..

"Alright. Sounds easy." But things never were and that's what worried him. Good thing he couldn't create fire, or something may be smoking soon.

John blinked at her. As if to go, you want me to do what with my hips?. He'd awkwardly try it.. horribly. He had no sense of rhythm.

Hannah Greene

She wouldn't mock him, she liked him, so why mock? She chuckled however. "Here, let me show you."

She moved from her position to come to stand behind him, she placed both of her hands on his hips and moved her body close to his, it was a technique she'd seen among adult dance instructors. Her left hand came to slide around his waist.

"Now, just like I showed you..." she grinned to herself as she suddenly realized she was having a good time, even just here in the hotel suite. "And..one..two three...four."

He could feel her moving with him behind him, so close, dangerously close, though her mind was as far away from that as possible. For now, anyway.

John Allerdyce™

Could anyone blame him if John's mind was totally not on dancing?

He'd try and concentrate, though. He wasn't a total jerk - honest! Just.. mostly one. He could tell Hannah was enjoying this and hoped it was genuine and not at his expense. That wouldn't go over very well.

He cleared his throat a bit, and really wished he had a cigarette. But. He'd follow her lead at least without making some snide comments.

Hannah Greene

He was being such a good sport about it too. It actually warmed her a bit. He was becoming a friend, and for once in her life she didn't feel like pushing that friend away. She stepped around him to get into the position she first showed him and then glanced to the balcony.

"I appreciate you not smoking in here," she said, with her eyes almost gentle for once. "You could smoke out there, I think it has stopped raining." She had stopped dancing, but she hadn't moved away. She was grateful for this. Truly grateful.

"Thank you, for.." she searched for just exactly what she was thanking him for, but words failed her. "...this, I guess."

John Allerdyce™

That was it? Well, he felt slightly relieved. He could probably get a hold of it but it still made him a tad nervous. Not exactly uncomfortable but.. something.

John blinked at her, almost curiously. Hannah had relaxed, it seemed. Despite her trying.. he could tell she was a bit uptight.

He glanced out the window. "Right.. I just may. I need a smoke." He turned back to her, smirking.. and then it faded and he blinked at her again. One eyebrow corked. "This..?" He wasn't quite sure what she was thanking him for, either.

Hannah Greene

With a shake of her head, she proceeded to the balcony ahead of him. It had stopped raining, and the wind was a little cooler, but not much. It was still very muggy. "For humoring me. Not many people do. Besides, any excuse to get to rub up against you..." she trailed off, but with a laugh as she ventured out into the night, toward the rail of the balcony.

"I might still drag you out with me, spend outrageous amounts of money on you, and try to get sweaty somehow." Of course she was referring to a dance floor. "Dance can be a very freeing thing."

John Allerdyce™

John snags his pack of smokes from the coffee table - his lighter was already in his pocket.

He follows her out, beating the pack against his palm a bit, before he randomly selects a cancer stick from the white container. He lights it up first, inhaling and hold it in, eyes closing in almost ecstasy.

"Humoring you?" He smirked and shrugged, before eyes widened a bit and he laughed, almost choking. "Well, now." Flicking ashes over the railing. "I don't mind the rubbing either." Smirking widely at her, before he takes another drag.

"I don't mind the money spending or the sweating, either." Soft laughter.

Hannah Greene

It could be her passion in life, to get a rise out of people, good or bad, right now she was getting a good one out of him. If only she could get paid for this, but that lended to sordid sorts of work, occupations she wouldn't ever dream of.

"There is a club downstairs," she grinned almost like a Cheshire cat. The hotel had her mother's credit card information, it just assumed she was of age, over 21 that is. She didn't look her age either, she had that advantage.

"I haven't had champagne in a while," her eyes glittered with almost a deviant light as she turned to rest back against the solid concrete and stone railing of the balcony. "I hear it is rather expensive down there." Her grin widened some.

John Allerdyce™

John just.. watched her. Curiously. She was up to something. And she amused him greatly.

"Fine fine, let me finish this." Smirking, as he continued to smoke. Once he was done - flicking the cigarette over the side of the railing - he'd offer his arm to her and give a mock bow. "M'lday."

He had on a pair of dark-wash blue jeans, black boot-like shoes, and a plain black t-shirt. Nothing fancy. John didn't own anything fancy.

"I'll have beer, though."

Hannah Greene

"Suit yourself," she said as she slipped her arm into his, and she glanced him over once before smirking. The hotel had a store as well, she thought of buying him something nice. She knew this would define her as a 'sugar momma' but she wasn't really expecting anything in return. Maybe some company that she got along with, and he was already fulfilling that criteria.

She was up to something, though, whether she even knew it herself. She was out to smash any feelings she had for Corrin to smithereens, to shards, to nothing. As they passed the store, she eyed a black suit in the window and then smirked to herself.

"You know, you would look so sexy in that."

John Allerdyce™

John made sure to lock the door - double checking to make sure he had a card-key before he did so - on their way out.

When they passed the clothing store and Hannah commented, he glanced at the suit as well and then raised both eyebrows at her. "Me? In a suit?" He'd never worn a suit before. Well, once when he was like, five to his Aunt's wedding but that didn't count.

Smirking at her now, humor in dark eyes. "You tryin' to make me a boy toy, missy?" Humor left his eyes, a little. John was used to being used but, well. After awhile? It tended to get old.

Hannah Greene (Liss)

"A toy? Hardly. You look good in anything, I just want to...spoil you," her expression remained as it had been. She was using him, just a bit, but she was using him as an outlet to spend her parents money...nothing more. She seemed to assess him for a moment. "On second though, maybe not a suit, but a nice dress shirt, no tie...you have the sexy-scruffy look going for you, I think a suit would be unbalanced."

She glanced past him, to the window, then let her dark chocolate gaze return to his...there was something akin to assurance in her eyes. She didn't want to change him, she wanted to ...give him better wrapping, maybe.

John Allerdyce™

"That sounds better." A dress shirt he could do. Not that he owned any. Hell, John owned maybe enough clothes for a week, and that was recycling two pairs of jeans.

And spoiling he could handle.

"Well then." If she wanted to, he'd go with her inside the store and look around. Try something on. He wasn't going to turn down her spending money on him. It was nice to have some in the first place.

Hannah Greene

Hannah was more than happy to spend money on him, in fact, it seemed to make her happy. She would laugh and joke with him about certain shirts, and suggested that he not wear pink ever again. She would buy more than just clothes for tonight, but a few outfits, the total coming to well over six hundred dollars. She just had the rest sent up to the suite they were in.

Exiting the store she seemed to be in the best mood he probably had ever seen her in. She almost appeared to be truly happy.

"I should take you shopping for more later, but for now, that will do," she said with a sparkling grin as she headed through the hotel with him, toward the club. Already they could hear the sounds of loud music and laughter.

John Allerdyce™

John would have just eyed the pink shirt, lip curled in distaste. He had not appeared happy wearing it, either.

The clothes sure racked up, and John's eyes widened a bit at the price. Holycow. But, well. If she had money to spend and if she wanted to spend it on him, he wouldn't argue. He needed some more clothes, anyway.

"More clothes? Tsk. Women and shopping." Smirking. John would want to like, buy a TV. And some beer. He wasn't too picky, and had never been one to think money was that important. But. Having it was nice.

Once they got to the club, John would suppress a sigh. But, well. At least she was happy. The only other person he'd seen this happy lately had been.. well, Rogue. And her source of happiness made him sick. The Cure. He still couldn't wrap his head around it.

Hannah Greene (Liss)

Maybe a beer or two would relax him, would let him ease into the situation of this club. For a moment, she felt his distaste was because of the club, but maybe it was something else. It was too deep to be the people here and the music. She moved to a table near the back of the club, her having that suite got her name and face known around this hotel, and of course they'd be treated like VIP's, at least, lesser known ones. Behind the velvet rope, at a table that was a little more secluded where she could order champagne and not raise brows, and he could order his beer, which they did from the waiter who'd showed them to this table.

"Something is bothering you. Tell me?"

John Allerdyce™

Beer would be nice. He'd snag the ashtray and bring it a bit closer to him, so he could light one up. A smoke and a beer would relax him a bit.

Slouching a bit in his chair and hoping Hannah wouldn't ask for a dance right off the bat, he glanced up when she asked what was wrong. A small shrug as he idly scratched at his left cheek with his left fingers, cigarette burning in his right.

"Just.. well, you looked happy. Just remembering the last person who looked as thrilled and why. Not a very good memory, really.:" Flicking ash into the tray.

Hannah Greene

She waited as the waiter brought the champagne and beer back, she didn't want anyone to hear their conversation. It was private after all. Once the man was gone again, she lifted up the glass and took a sip, her eyes trained upon him. He was disappointed, perhaps, even if he might not realize it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sometimes it is good to get things out, but sometimes when someone just doesn't want to talk about things, it's wasted time just annoying them and pushing them.

John Allerdyce™

He took a long drink of his beer, chugged you could say. It was more than half empty when he put it back down. He leaned forward, arms on the table as he took another drag from his cigarette, looking around.

It was almost as if he wasn't going to answer her. And maybe before she would get too angry at his lack of response, he'd look at her. "You know Rogue.. right?" More statement than question. She'd gone to Xavier's. She knew the girl.

Hannah Greene

"I do believe I met her once, yes. She seems quite happy, lately," she said as she lifted the glass to her lips to sip of it again. His lack of immediate response didn't fluster her in the slightest. Hannah knew just why she was happy, and she had been pretty much apathetic toward what the girl had done.

A small amount of realization showed in her eyes. John felt something for the girl who was wrapped around ice-boy's finger. She didn't appear to have a reaction as of yet, but she was a bit sure she could help him...if not forget her, then at least make her fade a bit.

John Allerdyce™

"Yeah, well. It's 'cause she got cured." He said, spitting out that last word as if it put a bad-taste in his mouth. And it did. He couldn't understand wanting to destroy a part of yourself just to fit in. "Even if Rogue couldn't touch anyone, she was still young. Mutants tended to evolve. Who knows? Maybe one day she could have controlled it."

Another drag from his cigarette. "But no. She had rushed out and gotten the cure. It makes me sick." Pausing to exhale, and he bitterly flicked ash into the tray. "That and her little do-gooder of a boyfriend." Practically snarling.

"What does she see in him?"

Hannah Greene

"I could not tell you. I, myself, do not find him the least bit attractive or interesting," she said it before taking yet another sip. Bubbles felt nice going down. She gazed up at him and suddenly she was feeling it all, from everyone, her control slipped, and it made her tense visibly and wince slightly.

"The cure is...an easy way out," she said with an obvious strain as it was hard to keep focused on the conversation at hand.

John Allerdyce™

"Exactly. An easy way out." He didn't notice her wince at first, as he finished his beer and waved for another one. He finished his cigarette and snubbed it out before he finally seemed to notice Hannah's discomfort.

"You ok?" Frowning slightly in concern.

Hannah Greene

"Sometimes, it all floods in and I can feel everything everyone is feeling in the whole room," she touched her temple lightly, perhaps it had been the alcohol, she was not used to it. So many people were feeling so many things, happiness, desire, anger, relief, worry, self consciousness, and sadness. The experience is a bit overwhelming.

She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, blown between her soft lips. "I will be alright, I just need to get control of it."

John Allerdyce™

"Maybe this was a bad idea." Not simply because the thought of dancing made him ill, but because of all the people. He'd forgotten about her powers. It was easy to do that, forget about what other people could do.

He never felt like a freak. He felt as normal as the next person. Pity it was rare of others to feel the same way.

Hannah Greene

Hannah reached out to him quickly and she grabbed his hand. She held it gently, but there was a nearly pleading tone in her voice. "No," she was getting control, it just took a few moments. "I will be alright." If anything, Hannah wanted to appear normal, and running out of this club would not be normal.

"..we should dance." It would take her mind off of all of this, it would help her put a lid on this, and stop automatically feeling everything.

John Allerdyce™

"Uh.." He'd be pulled from his chair, though, making sure to take another drink of the second beer the waitress had just brought over.

Once on the dance floor, she'd be able to tell how nervous and uncomfortable he was. Usually if he went to something like this, it was to just sit, drink and smoke, and eye the ladies in their short skirts and dresses.

This was totally different.

Hannah Greene

Once she got him out on the dance floor, she came to be in the same position that she'd showed him up in the suite. She was not feeling everything, now, but she was feeling the thick heat on the dance floor where couples moved about each other, and she became more relaxed.

Her right hand left his left, and she cupped his chin lightly with her fingers, directing his gaze on hers. "It is only you and I out here, no one else. Focus on me and you will lose your nervousness." Her hand returned to his and the beat of the music changed. It wasn't fast, but it wasn't too slow either, it was a saucy mix of the two, and she held herself close to him, trying to nudge the nervous from his mind with her abilities, not all of it at once, but gradually.

John Allerdyce™

With Hannah's help - power wise, mostly - John relaxed a little. He'd have fun, damn it. Even if there wasn't a lot of alcohol in his system.

Yet.

Slowly but surely he relaxed and would move with the beat. He was horrible, but could get better if given the chance. He'd never be the best dancer but.. he'd try and focus on her and the music.

Hannah Greene

 She was losing herself to it, drowning in all the passion and desire around her, and it showed. Her expression became one of soft lovely desire, and her body moved with the beat much m ore gracefully than his. She had been taught by many professionals, however. One doesn't pick up this sort of thing over night.

Through it, she'd become a little more personal, maybe a little too personal, giving fleeting touches that maybe shouldn't be given, but she had never really felt desire of her own, it had always been a twisted sick forced version of someone else's. But here with him, on this dance floor, she was beginning to feel her own desire for once, and it was flowing off of her and crashing into him. Unrealized.

John Allerdyce™

 It was definitely effecting him. Although soon thoughts of Rogue were replaced with just Hannah. And his grip on her tightened a bit more as they danced. He definitely wasn't as graceful as she was - or half of the other guys in this joint - but he was at least not stepping on her feet.

Of course, about two songs later he'd finally, perhaps realize that.. "I hope you're not doing that on purpose."

Hannah Greene

 His words snapped her out of her little reverie, and she blinked at him, however, it didn't stop. She hadn't done it on purpose, but she'd been lost to this, the rhythm, the movements, and him.

"No, I have not been," she said those words carefully, for they were deeper in tone than she had intended them to be. She was close, her body nearly in full contact with his, but she'd stopped dancing. Her heart was fluttering wildly in her chest as she realized something. That she actually...wanted and desired to be...to be touched, to be had.

"I really want to be somewhere else right now," and so he wouldn't mistake this for her wanting someone else...she continued..."..with you."

John Allerdyce™

Well. That was.. well, not the first of course but close enough.

It felt kind of wrong. What about Rogue? But she was off doing who-knows-what with Ice Boy. Why couldn't he have a little fun, too?

".. we could go back to the hotel room." A suggestion, trying to sound a bit innocent but he doubted it came across that way.

Hannah Greene

"Good," she took him by the hand and began to lead him through the crowd. She had one thing on her mind and it was fuelled by everyone around him, even him. They could have beer sent up to the room later, more champagne if they liked, but right now she was thirsting for something else.

Hannah didn't seem to be all that patient either, as John would find out in the elevator as the doors closed she'd push him against the wall of the small enclosed space, and her mouth would be hungrily taking kisses from his own.

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