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Connor Hawke	At about 9pm, Club Lux was at the height of its celebrations and inebriations. Drinks flowed like the river Jordan and plenty of bodies found themselves on the dance floor. The DJ was doing good work, the bass dropping hard enough to send vibrations up the spine with a strange - yet edible - combination of funko-pop and dubstep. Here today was Connor Hawke, the son of Oliver Queen. Why the Queen scion found himself at this club was unknown to the other attendees. But in truth? There's a few names that Connor is hoping to track down tonight. Business before pleasure. He's dressed somewhat formally for nightlife. A fine suit with expensive grain is worn on his person, black slacks and vest, white dress shirt, green tie, and black dancing shoes. He has a drink in his hand that he hasn't taken a single sip of. He's watching. Waiting.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty wasn't quite sure at first about the decision to come to Lux tonight. She'd already been out at another club with a friend from work. One who had ended up meeting a boy that she left with. The boy's friend kept hitting on Kitty until she decided to bail on the club and head out in search of another venue. Getting into the high priced and high profile club wasn't always the easiest. Though one of the people working the door recognized her from times she'd been there with Warren. Whether they let her in thinking that was still the case, or just because pretty girls tend to create the atmosphere inside they want, Kitty didn't know. But she counted it as a win. Her black dress left her arms bare from the shoulders, the fabric clinging to her torso closely to show off the young heroine's figure nicely, before ending at a skirt with asymmetric cut that revealed more of one slender, fit leg than the other. Kitty makes her way down the stairs, eyes sweeping over the hopping club to take in the sights. She goes straight to the bar, only having to wait a few moments before a bartender comes over. The brunette flashes him a soft smile and orders a kamikaze shooter. She slides a bill across the bar in exchange for the drink, picking it up and then tilting her head back to drink it smoothly. "Thank you," she tells him, setting the glass back on the bar top. And then Kitty heads for the dance floor. The girl who wanted to be a professional dancer before a visit from Charles Xavier took her life another direction, quickly blends into the crowd, body falling into moving to the rhythm.
Connor Hawke	"Hmmm..." Connor takes a sip of his drink and sets it aside, beginning to walk towards the dance floor once he sees some of his marks start moving in on each other on the dance floor. Maybe he can overhear something, get a new clue about his ultimate target: Tombstone. His guys like coming here. They'll show up, maybe woo a girl a two, and ditch the scene - typically to move onto a deal. Maybe he'll get lucky tonight and learn a bit extra? But, as he's stepping onto the dance floor, he comes straight into immediate vicinity of Kitty Pryde as she steps onto the floor and succumbs to the rhythm of the music, turning his attention towards her and intending to meet her eyes with his own emerald orbs. He says nothing, yet everything implies that he seems ultimately distracted from what he was intending to do by merely entering her space.
Kitty Pryde	The drinks that Kitty consumed at the first club had taken any edge off and put her in a good mood. The kamikaze served up by Lux pushes her a little further into a happy buzz. Whoever is handling the music is doing a good job of it. The beat is infectious, encouraging the crowd of beautiful people to abandon their cares and let it flow through them. And Kitty does. The young woman doesn't dance particularly flamboyantly, yet there's such a beautiful fluid grace gained by all those dance classes as a girl. And further enhanced by a hero's workout regime that has has her in tip top shape. She dances near to a couple that are clearly together, the woman, a blond a few years older than Kitty, grinning and sliding a hand over Kitty's shoulder. Kitty grins back at her, but lets herself wander on before the couple tries to draw her in more than that. She turns her back towards them, and spots Connor in his expensive and well cut suit. His eyes shining over at her draw a soft, almost shy smile from the young woman before Kitty's eyes drop from his.
Connor Hawke	Eyes rest on Kitty for a moment, as other individuals seem to try and pull the young woman into their group for dancing...and perhaps other pleasures, but she appears wise enough to pull away from them. Connor says nothing for a moment, though he may have no such experience with members of the fairer sex, he's still very much so observant of body language. He approaches her, his oxfords carrying him closer to her but maintaining a respectful distance as he stands there for a moment...then he rocks to one foot, then the other, letting the music start to flow through him. The monks who raised him didn't do too much in the way of dancing... That's of modern tutelage. But, as he starts to dance, he offers his hand to Kitty. "May I have this dance?" He asks, attempting to be heard over the thrumming music. No touches that imply would be welcome, no subtle demands: a gentlemanly request.
Kitty Pryde	The dance floor isn't packed shoulder to shoulder, but it's still fairly crowded with revelers. Someone bumps against Kitty's shoulder as she's lifting her eyes back to Connor. She gets a soft smile at the offer. Usually a guy would just move in to try to dance right against her at a place like this. After only the briefest consideration, she slips her hand into his offered palm. The young woman moves in closer to Connor, letting his larger bulk help ward off the other dancers. Up closer now, she looks up at Connor's face, seeing more clearly in the dim light and the illumination of the strobes and other effects. "I'm Kitty," she offers him with a smile.
Connor Hawke	Even thoug hthe dance floor isn't packed, Connor seems to have - by force of personality alone - cornered off that little circle all for himself and the beautiful brunette across from him. His attentions are less diverted now...and seemingly far more focused on what was before his eyes. Even as people occasionally bunmp across the both of them, most likely from stepping back from their dance partners or doing things WAY too fancy for such an enclosed space. Connor doesn't move away from her. He awaits her answer...and when her hand falls into his, he seems /very/ content with her choice, curling his fingers around her own to bring her closer to him. His lips slowly curl up into a smile. Not in a way one could find menacing, but warm and friendly, even inviting considering the distance closed between them. "I'm Connor. You look beautiful tonight, Kitty." He tells her amidst the chaos of the club. It's as if while others move around them in the haze of the moment, Connor is only focused on her. Everything else allowed to fade to black. He lifts her hand and motions to twirl her, as if they were in their own little world.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty Pryde's arm lifts at the guidance of Connor's touch, the young woman giving herself to his lead as he turns her about and then draws her back to him. She slides a hand up onto his shoulder, fingers coming to rest just along the back of his neck as they dance. "Thank you," she says with a soft smile. "I had a friend with me earlier, but she met someone at the last club and bailed on me," she says with a wry grin. "What about yourself? Are you out with friends tonight?" she asks, glancing around the dance floor briefly before her eyes come back to focus on Connor exclusively again.
Connor Hawke	Twirling Kitty Pryde like a princess out of a fairy tail, Connor brings her back tight to him. He feels her hand resting on the back of his neck, letting goosebumps freely appear on his skin beneath that suit. One hand rests in her own, while the other settles at her low back, just a few inches above her waist to remain respectful. In that moment, it's just them as they dance together and Connor seems to be completely comfortable despite a lack of true experience. "Then that seems a terrible loss for your friend, Kitty." Connor tells her. "I can't even acknowledge any reason that could be justifiable for why anyone would leave you on your lonesome." He considers her question for a moment, shrugging. "I know a few people here, but I can't say I'm with any friends tonight. Us lonely souls should stick together, yeah?" He smiles at her then as he guides her on the floor, not paying attention to any other dancers and likely not noticing if they get into another person's groove.
Kitty Pryde	The song changes though the thumping beat laid overtop and the meshing of the chords make it a seemless transition. The music never quite stops or starts, but just evolves as the night goes on. Guiding the dancing throngs in their frolicking on the fancy club's dancefloor. "Well I can't blame her. He was pretty cute," she says with a soft laugh. Her fingers move for a second, a light brush along the back of the handsome young man's neck before growing still again. "I almost just headed home, but figured the night was still a bit young," she says. Kitty turns to glance towards the bar. "I was thinking of getting another drink. Are you thirsty?"
Connor Hawke	The DJ is /extremely/ good. He knows how to get people moving, keep them moving, and keep them asking for even more still. Some songs are tracks, others are songs he's editing on the fly with a few sharp turns of the record. The dancefloor is alive and well, and yet, Connor is most alive being right here with Kitty. "Well, how do I estimate?" He asks Kitty with a small smile on his face. Her laugh was like music to his ears. "I'm glad you didn't." The light brush of her hand on the back of his neck seems to make his cheeks flush pink for a moment. He follows her gaze towards the bar before he's looking right back at her. "I think I'd like that." He lets his hand on her back squeeze ever so softly, before he's stepping backwards as if to lead her through the crowd and towards the bar. "Famished, even. Tequila?"
Kitty Pryde	Kitty Pryde lets Connor guide her through the dance floor, staying close, nearly pressed to his side so his larger bulk can clear a path for her. People are focused on their dancing, but it's not difficult for him to make their over to the bar where a pair of seats are currently unoccupied. "Sure, tequila sounds great," Kitty confirms. Maybe not if it was cheap tequila, but then the Lux doesn't really deal in cheap liquor. The young woman follows Connor's lead until they reach the bar. She slides onto the tall bar seat, her attention focused on Connor though. "So what line of work are you in, Connor?" she asks.
Connor Hawke	Conner keeps her at his side, hand never quite letting go of her own. He keeps her where she feels comfortable, never finding much of a need to push her away. Not to mention...her close promiximity was...pleasant. Even still, as soon as they arrive to the pair of seats, he guides Kitty to sit first before he claims his own seat. "Two Tequilas please." He orders with a lift of his hand, his eyes remaining on the beautiful brunette in front of him. "Well, I do plenty...though I'm currently in the corporate business...looking for a better place in Queen Consolidated. How about you?" The night is still young...and Connor just found how he'd like to spend the rest of his.