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"Maybe dinner another night." It had to have been getting late at that point. Not that he was opposed to late nights, but it would limit their options for dinner when a number of places closed at a certain time. If Derek still wanted a dinner date some other time they could make an earlier evening of it so they wouldn't feel rushed or restricted.

Coffee, on the other hand, could be found at almost any time of night and the Park didn't close until late. Staying out after closing hours could be fun, too. Aleksandr had no qualms about breaking the rules. An adrenaline filled brush with the law was always an interesting date when done right. All that excess energy was often put to good use after the fact.

"You are wanting to leave for coffee now?" he asked, watching in amusement as the young man failed to hold eye contact for more than a few minutes. Aleksandr knew his eyes could be unnerving for some, but this was nothing more than endearing bashfulness. "You are sure you can handle me on your own?" He ran a nail lightly up Derek's spine with one hand and slid the phone back into his pocked with the other.

The hand at his hip sent a pleasant shiver up his very long spine. Aleksandr could appreciate a little boldness, even in such a small gesture. It certainly wasn't the most daring move, but the young man seemed to be testing is boundaries and finding his courage. The snake would simply have to show him how it was done.

Derek wanted a phone number, but he had gotten into a bad habit of leaving his own phone at his apartment. Carrying bulky things was a hassle, but if there was the possibility of collecting numbers from promising meetings he might reconsider. Sending the number from his phone wasn't currently an option, so he'd have to go to the source.

Taking the hand at his hip by the wrist Aleksandr carefully lifted it and maneuvered the young man it was attached to into a spin. His other arm wrapped around Derek's waist and gently pulled him flush against his scaled chest while he continued to sway to be beat. He meant to hold the young man in place, but was not gripping so tight that escape was impossible.

Releasing the wrist he slowly slid his free hand down Derek's side and into his front right pocket. He let it linger just a moment before removing the hand and the young man's phone with it. "I do enjoy the park," he replied, saving his number in the phone under 'Out of Your League' with a little snake emoji as a reminder. "Coffee I also like. And maybe dessert."

This night was going much more smoothly than expected. Much more quickly, too. Aleksandr didn't usually zero in on a single individual so early into an evening out, if at all, but some people were just hard to resist. And this one was so flustered and eager, it was endearing in a way.

The reptilian grin widened as the other young man hesitated only a moment before also abandoning the bar for the dance floor. It was crowded, but no so much so that there was no room to maneuver between bodies. The snake man slid easily between several bodies to avoid being caught on the outer rim of the floor, but did not disappear so far into the crush that he'd lose sight of Derek.

Aleksandr didn't have any legs to dance with anymore, but he'd managed to get the hang of dancing without them. It was all about rhythm and his flexibility allowed him to follow it well. So long as he didn't let his tail get away from him and disrupt too many other people he had no trouble fitting in with the rest of the dancers.

His tongue flickered again as he spun to keep Derek in sight. All of the smells were so much stronger now, and the onslaught of vibrations was dizzying. It was almost overwhelming, but city life had gradually helped him grow accustomed to such strong sensations. He was in his element.

"Do not be shy, my friend," he called over the music, beckoning the other young man over as he began to move with the beat, swaying in place and pivoting his hips. "Do not worry about skill. This is to be fun only. Follow the rhythm and let show you the way to move."

Aleksandr grinned at the young man's self-doubt concerning his drinking prowess. He might have been big as in mature and fully grown, but he could hardly compare to the snake man's impressive size alone. Not very may could. "In a few months you can practice and become good at drinking. But not so good as me. I am Russian. Is unfair advantage, but is true."

He watched the new drink hit the bar only the be swept up for delivery. The poor boy looked like he was marching to his doom as he approached, all nerves and tension. He thought the kid might get whiplash with how quickly he turned to retreat back to his seat once the drink had been successfully handed off. "Spasibo." Aleksandr gave an amused grin and took an appreciative sip from the new glass.

"Derek. Is a good name, good strong sound." Strong and easy for him to pronounce through his reptilian teeth without any softer sounds that might slip out in that stereotypical hiss. Not that he minded a good hiss now and again, but he'd rather be doing it on purpose.

He wasted another moment taking a long sip from his glass before removing his weight from the bar and sliding his way into the space next to the other young man, carefully moving aside another seat to accommodate his size. It would be much easier speaking to him if they didn't have to compete with the music from several seats away."You are a dancer also? Or you are just here for the fruit drinks?"

Character Name: Aleksandr
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Desired Floor #/Desired Rm. #: Floor #2, Room #8

Clubbing wasn't often on Aleksandr's itinerary on a normal day. While he did enjoy the music, the heat, and the chance to socialize, the clubs often got a little too crowded for his comfort. Not that he minded being surrounded by so many people. It was all of their feet that were the problem, especially once alcohol started flowing. Clumsy feet meant scuffed scales and a bruised tail, neither of which he was particularly fond of.

However, a club named X-Gene Persuasions had started making quite a name for itself lately. He'd spotted several fliers and ads throughout the city and the webpage they'd set up looked promising. Not only did it advertise itself as an LGBT+ bar, but it was also well known as a mutant-safe establishment. Aleksandr was both of those things, but what really sold it for him was the emphasis on the club's spacious interior intended to accommodate a variety of individuals with large or otherwise less-than-human builds.

The front doors were certainly large enough and lighter than they looked, which was a welcome change from the snake man's usual struggle with doorways. Most doors just weren't built with an enormous tail in mind.

There were a decent amount of people inside already, but it hadn't gotten too crowded just yet. There would undoubtedly be more patrons filling in as the night wore on, but he wasn't going to complain about their absence. He made note of the unusual, but not unwelcome, section of the club with a reading alcove vibe to it. Once the crowd did get thicker he could retreat to that corner and curl up out of the way if too many feet threatened his beautiful scales. The other club-goers would just have to seek him out if they wanted to continue admiring him.

The dance floor was certainly inviting and Aleksandr would not be shy about conquering it, but first he wanted to get himself a drink. There was little point in going to a club with a bar if he didn't have at least one drink.

Having little use for the seats provided, he moved a couple to the side and coiled his tail up against the bar and beneath himself to rest on instead and waited for the bartender to catch his eye and finish serving another patron before placing his own order.

Pulling the appropriate amount of bills from somewhere within the tangle of tails growing from his head (bags were just so clunky) and giving the bartender a saucy wink, Aleksandr gratefully accepted the drink placed in front of him. Asking for a Sex on the Beach right away might have been a little forward, but then he'd never really been one for subtlety.

Turning to rest the small of his back against the bar, he let his gaze roam over the club-goers and savored the first sip of the drink. Fruity drinks were his favorite. Aleksandr didn't often eat much besides meat anymore so fruits and juices were a nice treat. Mixing it with alcohol was just a bonus.

"You are not a drinker, or just too young?" he asked, having turned his attention to the young man just a few seats down from him at the bar. A little rude, perhaps, but a conversation starter was a conversation starter. "Is sometimes hard to tell here. Drinking age is so high."

Aleksandr gave a gentler, hopefully encouraging smile to Gina as she reluctantly agreed that she could do a little mingling with someone other than the snake man. Not that he was trying to get rid of her or anything. On the contrary, he quite enjoyed the young woman's company. However, from what he'd read, the whole point of the auction was to try and raise some money for a frisbee team that Kat was a part of on the Mansion grounds. She wouldn't be gaining any bids from the eligible bachelors milling about the room if she tried to seclude herself. He was sure she'd get a few good bids at least. He'd be shocked otherwise.

Speaking of which, he should probably start making his rounds around the room as well. He didn't necessarily have to speak to anyone, but he loved being seen. There was little doubt that he didn't stand out in a crowd as it was, but why deprive anyone of a closer look? They couldn't possibly see the exquisite shine and color of his scales properly from so far away could they? Of course not. He would remedy that right away.