Robyn smirked over at Chris as she brought a glass of a pink concocted alcoholic beverage to her glossed lips.
Everything about the club screamed that they didn't belong. Lights flashed all around them and everyone dressed so colourful but both Robyn and Chris were dressed in all black clothing. The air was a medley of sweat, alcohol and weed and the rowdy crowd of partygoers were dancing against each other, shamelessly.
Chris, sitting one seat away from Robyn slid a Polaroid picture across the mahogany bar table until it landed in front of her.
She smirked analysing the image before her. "This is him?"
Chris nodded, throwing his head back as he took a shot, his facial features unmoving as the alcoholic sting burned as it passed down his throat. She nodded back at him before spinning on her seat to face the neon flashing lights and dancing going on behind her.
"You see him?"
"Not yet" Robyn muttered, her attention focused on scoping out the area with her eyes. A huge crowd of dancers covered the bottom floor but to the left was a set of metallic narrow steps leading to the vip section. Her eyes travelled up the steps and She soon spotted someone up in the vip section, her green eyes locking on the prey. Robyn squinted with glee as she stood up, running her hand gently across Chris' shoulders in her passing.
"See you in a minute, baby" she whispered into Chris' ear, her exotic accent oozed sex and Chris smirked, wetting his lips with his tongue. She kissed his cheek and sauntered over to the vip section in a mysterious yet sexy manor. As she meandered around the dancers she could feel the eyes of a few males watching her as she walked. I mean who wouldn't, Robyn was the epitome of a beautiful woman and any man with eyes could see and appreciate her natural and visually pleasing physical qualities. There was no doubt that she was a stunning specimen. Her short, sleek black haircut visually expressed her inner edgy personality and her red lips portrayed her boldness.
Robyn shook her head once she got to the fairly crowed vip section seeing their male target dancing without a care in the world and flashing money that he owed their boss. Money that he claimed he didn't have.
Robyn stood by the railings which over looked the dancers on the ground floor, knowing that it would only take a matter of minutes to be seen by him and approached. From that height she could see Chris watching cautiously making sure that everything was going smoothly. Robyn sent a wink before feeling a presence beside her.
"What's a beautiful woman like yourself doing here alone" the gruff voice delivered, his breath, a miscellany of alcohol and tobacco, brushed against her neck and a grimace took hold of Robyn's features. She played it cool however, knowing her fraudulent pleasing behaviour will easily get their prey where he needs to be.
Robyn turned to look over her shoulder to see the slightly drunk but still rather coordinated and coherent man beside her, the neon lights flashing across his face to show his true masculine features and light stubble, before simply replying, "I just went for a stroll and I guess I ended up here"
Robyn was putting on her most charming posture making sure to lower her eyes in a sultry form, sending a closed mouth smile. The man raised his eyebrow, pulling out his right arm to glance at the shining gold Rolex that graced his wrist. Robyn kept her smile but inside she was heated. The man claimed he didn't have the money to pay their boss off yet he was in a club throwing twenties and showing off his expensive jewelry.
"A stroll at 2am?" He asked.
Robyn shrugged. "I had to clear my head-- Sorry, I didn't catch your name"
