All She Wants To Do Is Dance (Kallisti)

[Seven]

Seven tipped a hundred almost immediately after entering Kallisti, which resulted in a promising smile by the hostess as her gloved arm slipped around his. Unlike last time Seven attended, the club was far more comfortably filled. He could breathe, but for a brief moment upon pushing through the threshold between lobby and floor, he held that breath. His gaze scanned the heads in sight, but alas, none of them were the platinum blonde he sought. He'd lost her sometime that night, and not even a man of his connections could find neither a name nor a number. Yet he looked for her. He couldn't stop thinking about her.

Also unlike that night, he wore something a little more traditional, if no less flashy. Seven was cut with a retro-inspired charm of a suit that read refined and endlessly sophisticated - even if the cocktail jacket was a velvet sheen the color of magenta. Only someone like 7 could really pull that off, and he walked like he knew it too; beneath the jacket was a hot pink charmeuse shirt and a dark magenta velvet tie. He could feel the hostess rubbing his forearm seductively along the cloth, which he openly appreciated with a curl of his free hand upon hers. As he slipped into a seat, her hand grazed the knee of his burgundy trousers.

He ordered a drink, which she was happy to retrieve, but Seven never quite stopped looking for that familiar face.