Wanna dance? (Giselle)

[jarles]

Jeffery was getting ready. He always did when he went out. He had just gotten a shower, and he put on a green oxford, and a pair of khakis. He didn't wanna look like he went through too, too much trouble. He looked at the time and noticed he'd be a bit earlier then He and Giselle had planned on. He walked toward the fireplace, grabbed some floo powder, and yelled "Supero Globus" He arrived at a magical dance club for purebloods. He looked around for Giselle, but to no avail. He decided to stand between the doorway and the fireplace, as he knew not which way she would come from.

[giselle]

Giselle walked into the Supero Globus with a satisfied look on her face. The place was busy and very loud, but Giselle didn't mind. They were all purebloods, thus making it okay to socialize with anyone without worrying about who and what they were. Giselle placed her hands in her jeans which she had chosen to wear for only one reason; it was going to get wild. In any dance-club, you knew that you couldn't go with something fancy on without looking like a moron. Giselle sniffled for no apparent reason. Her thin and tight t-shirt stuck to her figure, and it was the only appropriate thing she had left so far. All the others were dirty and frayed. Giselle fingered her wand in her pocket as she looked around for the kid she was supposed to meet. Jeffery was his name. He was a Slytherin and was in her year, so she knew him well enough. She had been invited to the dance by him, and accepted easily enough. Why not?

Giselle paused in her search before shrugging and walking more toward the bar. Sliding into a stool, Giselle stared at the possible drinks she could have. "Just a martini." She nonchallently told the man awaiting her order. He nodded without protest (smart man) and walked away to get her drink ready. Giselle now turned on the stool, looking around for Jeffery Brown with absolutely no emotion. She didn't know what she thought about him yet; she still had to see him dance. After a few moments of seeing only strangers, Giselle turned back to the bar only to find her drink in front of her. Taking a sip, Giselle slid off the stool and went around the club once more.

"There you are." Giselle said minutes later as she found Mr. Brown by the two possible doors. She raised a thin eyebrow at him as she considered his clothes. Not to shabby, although he could have worn a lounging attire. Giselle smirked at him with a tired smile hidden behind it. She clutched her drink closer to her after taking another drink. "So, what do you want to do now?" She asked, playing with the umbrella that floated in her drink.

((Sorry, that was lame. Can't get into Giselle mood very well anymore. Please bear with me. And - sorry for the late reply. I couldn't think of anything for the longest time. ))