This ain't a party, get off the dance floor.

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The floor was busy, and there was an overwhelming beat, it made it hard for him to hear anyone speaking. He didn't need to hear anyone's voices, though, the movement of bodies against one another was enough for him. The combination of alcohol and drugs made every touch like fire to his skin. He had decided that he was going to at least bring one of these people home with hi, though he hadn't decided who, yet. He was sure by the end of the night, he would figure it out. The man he had been dancing with decided to pull Caligula in for a sloppy, drunken kiss. And that was when he decided that maybe it was time to remove himself from the dance floor. At least for a little bit. Just long enough to relax and get another drink.

He moved himself to the bar, and shifted his weight onto one of the stools. It was round, and had an amber color to it. The bartender, attractive by his standards, approached him for a drink. He decided to have something light, so a coke and rum was his choice. It defeated the purpose of "cooling off" if he had something strong. With a drink in his hand, he chose to watch the people, now. He enjoyed this almost as much as dancing.

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Lila was probably one of the few people there just to dance. Sure, not everyone was drunk or high, but most of the people drank and a good portion of them were on something. She didn't mind. People offered and she was polite, but firm in her decline. Last time she'd had too much to drink she ended up in an awkward (though not wholly unwelcome) situation.

It was clear that that music was the only reason she was there. She also didn't shy away from attention in the shimmering backless (http://pics.livejournal.com/maylilamckenna/pic/0000rrx3) dress and her hair piled sloppily on her head. Out on the floor she stayed, song after song, just moving to the music and blending into the crush of bodies. Finally, she needed a break and manoeuvred through the writhing, pulsing crowed on the floor. The crowd at the bar was calmer (but only just) and Lila practically threw herself against the counter, waving the barman over.

"Water, please," she shouted over the steady beat of music and chatter. She handed over some cash and took the bottle of water with a nod of thanks. Before opening it, she took a second to hold the cool container against her skin: first her forehead, then the back of her neck, then the front.

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Caligula had been watching everyone, and some people caught his eye, some didn't. Most of it was nothing of interest to him, so he turned back towards the bar and waved down the bartender. He would have to wait, though. Several moments later the bartender returned to him and asked what he would like. He couldn't count how many drinks he had, and he felt pleasantly calm and relaxed. He was in a good mood, but he blamed drugs, because he certainly wasn't drunk.

He heard someone wave down a bartender, and what he considered to be a not too graceful motion of flopping towards the counter. He turned on his barstool to look at her. He laughed, though it was pleasant.

"That's what this place does to you," he said. He wasn't surprised in the slightest that she seemed to need a cool off.

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Lila looked over to the man when she realised he was speaking to her. She smiled politely between between breaths. She held the bottle of water to the side of her neck for a moment longer before she uncapped it and took a long drink.

"Only if you're doing it right," she finally replied in a slightly breathless tone.

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He smiled towards her, his look was friendly. He finished his coke and rum, and ordered another coke and rum. He moved his fingers over the glass that he was given and looked out towards the crowd. The beat had changed, something slower, but still upbeat and easy for him to move to.

"I don't think there's a wrong."

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"I think being here, this kind of fun, it should leave people breathless." Of course Lila's young, doesn't drink much (especially when she's out), and doesn't wake up with aching joints the next morning. She can expend all sorts of energy on the dance floor and still have enough to get herself home. In truth, it was one of her favourite ways to spend her free time. It allowed her to be free from any work-related duties which would always find her at the hotel even if she was off the clock.

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"That's exactly the point," Caligula moved his hand from his drink and moved it to his pocket, leaning against the counter top. "Some people don't have the stamina to be breathless without consequences." He shrugged a little, he had seen all ages, shapes, and sizes dancing. He looked as though he was about to laugh, but kept his mouth shut - and a silent laugh ensued. "But that's alright. It's not about breathless. It is about the feeling and the strangers. And getting to know people."

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Lila arched a curious brow. "It's not like people come here to talk." She was practically shouting over the music as it was. "How much can you get to know someone in a place like this?" The question was genuine despite the mildly incredulous look on her face.

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"I don't mean talking." He put his drink to his lips and drank it for a moment. "You don't need to get to know people with talking," he said. He enjoyed being with people. "How someone dances says a lot."

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Lila leaned back against the bar and lifted a brow curiously. "Really?" She paused for a drink, then scanned the crowd. "So, tell me about someone out there."

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Caligula pointed at a man dancing. He moved his finger up and pointed shamelessly at him. He had brown hair that was cut off at his ears. He was pressed up against someone, but his body barely moved. His head did most of the work, and his shoulders moved, but his hips didn't. "That man, he's timid. He works what is likely an average job, doesn't do anything illegal or even marginally illegal. Except downloading MP3s."

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Her eyes followed where Caligula pointed, fixing on the man for a moment to observe him. Then she chuckled at the analysis. "You get that because he's stiff and barely has any rhythm?" Once again, Lila uncapped her bottle and took a sip before pressing it to the back of her neck. Even though it was up in a high tail, her hair was sticking to her back and back. "What does it say that you're just sitting here watching?"

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"It is saying that I've done a lot of dancing and am bored of being groped." Caligula said. He moved in his seat a bit, so he could watch the dance floor and look at her out of the corner of his eyes.

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"Uh-huh," Lila quipped. She took another drink and then looked back at Caligula more curiously. "What have you learnt about me?"

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"I've learned, so far, that you enjoy dancing here, maybe it relieve stress - maybe you always do this," Caligula offered with a laugh. "I haven't watched you dance, yet. I'll be sure to."

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Lila chuckled. "I usually work nights, so it's not an every day thing. What about you? I haven't learnt a thing about you, yet."

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"Cal, a trust-fund baby who has too much time to do things like this." He looked amused. He was, of course, being completely honest, and sometimes people didn't appreciate it. "I'm here often."

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Lila tilted her head slightly. "You don't work?" She had money, too, or would one day, but that's what prompted her to be a hard worker. She never wanted someone to see her as just some little rich girl.

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"Sometimes I work," he quirked an eyebrow. "But not often." He didn't like to do much of anything that involved him trying to solve problems. Or having to deal with people professionally. He was not good at that, and knew it. "My brother does a lot of work. That's not how I do anything."

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Lila nodded. Who was she to judge how other people chose to live? "I bet you have a lot of fun, then. A lot of time for it, at least."

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"What can I say, I love partying." Caligula waved down the bartender and quirked an eyebrow at Lila. "Want a drink?"

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"I can't," she mused. Lila held up her bottle of water and nodded toward it. "This is all they'll serve me."

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"Ah?" He spun on the barstool for a moment. "Is that so?" He didn't ask why, though he was tempted to.

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She shrugged and glanced over the floor before returning her attention to Cal. "And the occasional soda," Lila added. "You'd get in trouble for buying me a drink. The bar could get shut down. You know how it is."

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"Under twenty-one, then, got it." He shrugged his shoulders. "Doesn't really add to the feel of a party anyway," he shrugged. He never lose that grin on his face. It was only slightly devious, but it wasn't intentionally so.

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"You don't have to be twenty-one to have fun," Lila quipped. She took another long drink to finish off her bottle of water and set the empty container on the counter. "Come on, dance with me!"