The Party Never Ends

The music pumped through the air, soundwaves almost visible in the dust raised by the bass rumbling through every object in the vicinity. Everywhere he looked there were bodies writhing to the encompassing beat, losing themselves in the ecstatic simplicity of dance. Plenty of stimulants and hallucinogens were making the rounds, augmenting the already intense experience of the permanent party that occupied half the moon. People flew in and out of the other side, but here there was only the music and the movement.

It was frenzied and hypnotic and he wanted so much to lose himself in it, but he was here for a reason. So while his body moved to the beat in a sinuous dance that would have made paid professionals sit up and take notice, he also moved through the crowd, looking for his target.

Falaros Niverrah. Eliminate or destroy.


Basic orders, but they'd given him a partner anyway - he'd be arriving on a later flight, but he'd taken the opportunity to get to The Party early when it came up. The partner would be mostly cleanup anyway, cover for his presence so no one took notice of either of them. No one was alone at The Party.

He spotted his prey and stopped traversing the floor, stripping off an already soaked with sweat shirt and losing it to the crowd. Falaros was surrounded by his usual bevy of admirers, skin shining in the myriad of lights that flitted across and sometimes through the dancers - a trait of his less than human heritage. It was very attractive, he decided as he watched the light play across his skin in a mesmerising display, unconsciously drifting closer to the subject of his stare. It came as something of a surprise when Falaros' eyes flicked up to meet his and hold them, interest in his target's gaze. He allowed his appreciation for Falaros' body to show in his, licking his lips and putting on a show with his body to show exactly how flexible he was. And when he met Falaros' eyes, there was a fire there that had nothing to do with the imperative beat and everything to do with a far more primitive rhythm.

Oh yeah, he was awesome.

Falaros left his circle and moved over to him, matching his rhythm as they moved together to the beat that vibrated through their bodies, threatening a cardiac arrest if they weren't already inured to the arrhythmia. A breath apart, they moved like sex on the dance floor, never quite touching. Falaros' circle reformed around them, keeping their distance now as Falaros' conquest for the night became obvious. Still, they made an attractive picture - light shining off Falaros' skin even as it glinted off the sweat covering his own torso, pants clinging to well-shaped legs and clearly outlining even in the half light his significant assets.

He allowed a smirk to cross his face as they danced. Hook, line and sinker. Piece of cake.