Stamina.

[Leighton Marsters]

Leighton tackled the obstacle course with all his will and stability, he jumped off trampolines, swung across ropes, and pulleys, keeping focused on the time, he needed to carfeully range in his personal best. As all the thoughts and fears, relieved themselves on his heavy heart, all with solid movements of agility and thrusts of diligence, he felt at ease in his moment of peace. A loud buzzer sounded, as he leaped over a pool of water, and hung by his hands onto an iron bar. He hung there with his head down, because as soon as he stopped, the painful reality came rushing back to haunt him and beckoning him to make a choice that wasn't to painful on his conscience.

He sighed, his chiseled chest rising up and down, and he dropped to the floor without even making a sound, and headed to the shower.

Changing into a black, skin-tight singlet, he collected his things and exited his personal gym and strode to his car. A drink. A drink. A drink. Was what pumped through his thoughts and figured that it would soothe his ache. He wasn't in the mood for anywhere quiet. He hated the quiet alot. It reminded him too much of what he had to think about often, lately. He found himself driving around the busy streets, and he focused on the joints with the bright lights and drunk idiots (mostly men older than he) but wasn't fond of any erotic strip clubs of any type.

Heights. A bright blue, scriptic designed, neon sign sat sturdily on the top of a southern hub not too far from the gym. Parking his car, he caught the eye of some deranged looking guys, eyeing it off. He clicked his fingers and glared at them to get their attention. He stood there and stared them down until they left. He entered the club, and the vibes of the subwoofers, and the sound of the people chattering, and shouting made him feel at home. Coloured lights fell over him and a bobbing crowd. He made his way through and went over to the bar. It seemed the uniform of the female employees to him, made it feel like he was in a strpi club anyway, as a bartender, dressed in a cotton tied up mid-drif, and a blue tartan skirt, was the first to serve him with a painted faced smile. "What can I get ya?" She asked and cocked her head to the side. "Yukon Jack, thanks."

 

[Roisin Vaughn]

Róisín was used to the booming noise that clubs offered, having worked in one for a little over three months now, so as she entered the club her ears were not jilted, nor were her pale blue eyes from the paradoxical bright and dark lights flashing around it. The young dutch made her way through the people, eyes following her as she went as they would a veela (something she was not), towards the bar.

As she was pressed, shoulder-to-shoulder who she paid no mind to, Róisín noticed how she must have seen at her job when she had been just as scantily clad as that poor girl before her. Of course that was only for her job, if one looked at her the blown out blonde tresses and simple features they would have been deceived. Tonight she wore a moziac-patterned dress that curved her figure and simple painted make up, there wasn't any need for anything like the woman before her who was now serving the man she was squeezed beside.

Róisín was then asked what she wanted to drink and she replied with her answer, as she waited for her shot she scanned the face of the young man beside her. Hmm, not bad, she thought with a small smile resting upon her glossed, coral lips.

 

[Leighton Marsters]

The bar maid grabbed a few bottles and some whipped cream, and mixed drinks, while setting down some shot glasses infront of him, and a girl who sat rather close to him. He raised his eyebrows, cleared his throat, and decided to ignore her. The bar maid set down a tall bottle of clear, tanned liquid, and poured him a shot. Leighton picked up the glass, raised it to his lips and tossed it back into his mouth, swallowing, and it sent curling nerves down his sides. He folded his arms oacross the bench and lowered his head, laughing under his breath. "Hey, can I have a perma frost, this time!" He called over the noise, and smiled.

 

[Roisin Vaughn]

Róisín picked the shot up with her mouth and quickly drank it as she pulled her head back. Immediately the drink spilled down her throat, warming it and tingling her tongue as she pulled the shot glass from her lips. Her lips curled up into a smile out of pleasure as familiar chills raced up her spine, forgetting about the man standing beside her as she ordered a drink, a different one this time, not wishing to have such a bad hang over tomorrow. "I'll have a beer," said the young woman with a hazy glint in her grey blue eyes as she paid for both drinks and left the bar.

Róisín swiftly walked through the crowd onto the dance floor and she began dancing, to relieve her stress, to the beat of the song. Her hips swung to the song and she danced with a lazy smile on her face, taking quick swigs of her beer at opportune moments.

 

[Leighton Marsters]

Leighton raised his head to watch the blonde girl get up and start dancing. He watched her over his shoulder, as she swayed in time with the beats of the music. He bit his lower lip and anticipated his next move. He thought it over a while, but got up and walked over to the dance floor. He turned around on his stool, and leant against the bench, taking out his phone, and pretended to text message someone. He wanted her to come back, because he wasn't going to go over there like an idiot and ask her to dance. He thought about going with it, and maybe come up behind her and just connect with the rhythm, but what is she thought he was a weirdo?

 

[Roisin Vaughn]

The young blonde woman felt a pair of eyes on her but she kept dancing, singing along to the song quietly as she danced with the beer in her hand but as the song changed from fast to slow her eyes darted over her shoulder, catching the only familiar pair in the place. She chewed down on her bottom lip, but she welcomed the nameless man by tilting the head of her beer towards her in a jerking motion.

Róisín did hope that she wasn't embarrassing herself by inviting this person to dance with her, but from what she read from his body, he was thinking what she was.

 

[Leighton Marsters]

Leighton smirked pleasantly, not remembering how long it was when he did this before. He stood up, grabbing another shot smoothly from the bench, throwing it down the hatchet, and letting it hit his senses, making the rush even more invigerating. The dark, sleek, young man advanced onto the thrashing crowd, and focused on the target that invited him in. He reached the blonde, andraised his hands to lay them on her shoulders, as his eyes measured her discreetly, as he moved in time with her swaying hips. He slid his hands down the full length of her arms, and he proceeded to place them around her small waist. He laughed, and his voice rang like velvet chocolate, mixed with the sweet essence of dangerous things that felt nice to a human core. He let go over her waist, and circled aorund her so that he was face to face with the girl.

 

[Roisin Vaughn]

Followed by the nameless man's touch were an array of goosebumps on Róisín's skin. Her eyes closed and she laped up in the touch of this man. She placed a pale hand on one of his as it rested on her thin waist, and opened them as he laughed, and bit down hard on her bottom lip as she free'd his hand and as he turned around to face her she flashed him a smile. Róisín looked into his eyes and an electricity flowed through her as she touched a hand to his jaw line, softly sliding a finger along the line with a glint in her eyes.

Leaning in to speak into the man's ear she breathed, "I'm Róisín." Her dutch accent flowed through the pronounciation of her archaic name. She swung her hips slowly to the music and kept her body pressed to his, almost unable to keep away from the man before her. She had never felt so attracted to another, whether this was the drink or true attraction it was uncertain.

 

[Leighton Marsters]

Leighton line himself up with whom he just recently got introduced to as Róisín. He slid his hands down lower, placing them back on to her hips, and she pressed herself against his body, and he inhaled deeply through his nose, swaying to the music, he proved himself to be a good dancer from what his cousin taught him. He leant down and placed his mouth near the base of her neck, threatening with sly inhibitions to slide his tongue over her skin, but nothing came out except speech. "And what do you think you would call me?" he asked suggestively and looked down into her eyes. He didn't expect an answer, he just continued to dance with her firmly against his body, and he made a small amount of effort of pinning her there.

 

[Roisin Vaughn]

As the man leant down to her height and placed his lips on her neck, Róisín mentally willed him to kiss her, to do anything really; he spoke instead. Momentarily disappointment flashed in her pale eyes but as his eyes met hers it disappeared and she continued to sway with him in the crowd. Needing some of her liquid courage, Roisin to a swig of her beet then wrapped her arms around his neck and with her lips close enough to touch the man's with any sudden movement she answered his previous question, hinting for him to give her his name, "I would call you what your name is."

Róisín was unable to hold her primal needs for much longer, but she did not want to make the first move again so she just pressed her body closer to his. Her heart beat accelerated and she was sure he could feel it with his own chest because of how closely they were pressed to each other.

 

[Leighton Marsters]

Leighton laughed cheekily, and raised a hand to touch a loose lock of hair. He leant down near her ear again, but this time his kissed the lining of her jaw. "Call me M," he breathed lightly into her ear, chuckling softly, as his hands slid slowly from her hips to her hands. "Drink?" He asked, hoping to get her drunk, to make the rush and thrill even more desirable.

 

[Roisin Vaughn]

Róisín smiled gently as the man kissed her jaw line but rolled her pale blue eyes at the dark haired man before her as he requested she call her 'M'. "Sure," she said softly with a smile as she stole a glance to their linked hands.

 

[Leighton Marsters]

Leighton laughed, and pulled her closer, turning so that his side pressed against hers, taking his hand in his and leading her over to the bar. Reaching the table he rapped on the hard surface of the counter-top, to get the bar maid's attention. ''Tequila?" Confirring quickly with the soft blonde woman, he bit his tongue. That was surely able to pack a punch, and let it cry out for an invigerating embrace.

 

[Roisin Vaughn]

Roisin followed 'M' to the counter top, keeping her body pressed close to his as they walked. "Of course," she answered with a wide grin as he offered her tequila. As he cried out in pain she frowned softly for him but said, "Want me to kiss it better?" She gave him a wink of her pale blue eyes and smirked slyly as she waited for his response.

 

[Leighton Marsters]

Leighton's heart raced, and his mind knocked on the front of his skull. Say yes, say, yes, say yes. But he couldn't bring himself to say it for some reason, he just nodded his head and smiled querkily. He moved closer to her, and slid a manly hand behind her head, leaning in on her space.

 

[Roisin Vaughn]

Roisin grabbed his shirt and pulled him roughly towards her before giving him an open mouthed kiss. The instant attraction to this man was shining through and she finally got what she needed from him but with every second that their tongues she wanted needed more and she pushed away the equally as urgent need for air. Her hands slid up to his shoulders and as she pressed her body closer to his she put a hand on the nape of his neck and the other slid through his black hair messily.

After what felt like forever but still not enough, Roisin pulled her lips away from his and jaggedly took in breaths. She was not too used to public displays of affection so she felt sets of eyes on her and the man and she shy'd away from the eyes by further pressing her body to his.

 

[Leighton Marsters]

Leighton puckered his lips when suddenly, he was yanked forward by his shirt, scaring him out of his wits, and Roisin immediatly locked her mouth on to his, he took a deep breath in and reveled in the short but thwartingly uplifting moment, and she might aswell have thrown him back on to his chair. The whole advance came quickly he needed to re-orientate himself before he gathered his surroundings an actions that took place. He gasped in shock, and for a quick breath of air as she did, and he smiled. It was as if time had frozen when she kissed him, and the liquid electricity that pulsed through his heart and spine gave him a fleet of ecstacy, desired, and needed as if it were the real thing, and once he got a taste of her, he knew he was addicted.

Her mouth was so sweet on his, he felt like softly biting it. She pressed herself on to him, and he knew at that time that he wanted her, and he knew that she felt the same. She clawed her long and thin fingers through his mess of dark hair, he parted his lips, and held his jaw stiff, gazing into her eyes. This time, it was Leighton who leapt tongue first smack in and on her mouth. He pulled away, slightly and tried to calm down. He was scared he would go a bit too far before he even noticed what he was doing, and he didn't want that. "How about that Tequila?" he said, his breathing heavy and strong.

 

[Roisin Vaughn]

At Leighton's question after they had kissed, Roisin let out a soft laugh and asked teasingly, "Trying to get me drunk?" She smiled at him and looked at the bartender and said, "Two tequila shots please." She had a small conversation with the woman as she waited and then paid for both drinks and just as she was to hand one to the dark haired man she sung playfully, "Tell me your name or no shot for you mister mysterious."

Roisin giggled quietly and chewed hard on the inside of her kiss swollen lips as was her habit. The young woman's pale blue eyes glinted with a mixture of curiousity and yearning as she looked at the man before her.

 

[Leighton Marsters]

Leighton sighed and rolled his eyes, swirving away from the blonde who seemed to be teasing him like a lion gets antsy over a peice of meat. "If I did that, then we wouldn't be having the fun we're having now," he cocked his head to the side and rolled his eyes once again. "It's Leighton." He finally gave in, and submitted to her beauty. "And it wouldn't of mattered, I could've paid for my own damn shot," he swayed his head about and pouted mockingly, and jokingly at the same time. Leighton sighed. He jumped off his chair. The heat began to niggle him, and his heart beat began to rise. The beat of the music was drowned out by the sound of his heart beat, and his face grew red, and he began to sweat like nobody's business. The pressure on his back got heavier. He needed to get out. "I'm outta here." He said angrily as his body felt like it was going to combust. "You comin'?" he shouted out to her as he kept going until he was out in the night air. He leant up against the wall, and heaved in an out as he tried to gain oxygen. Running to his car, he open the door and popped open the glove box, and pulled out a whit pill bottle, opening it and tipping some into his mouth, and swallowing hard. The pills grinded down the sides of his throat. How embarassing. He blew it now. Another one like her wasn't going to come around in a life time.

 

[Roisin Vaughn]

Roisin smiled at Leighton as he told her his name, it was a lovely name, and as she went to hand him the shot she noticed the colour in his face brightened and she watched with concern and as he left her, her mouth parted with shock. Did I do something wrong? she thought as she stood there, watching him exit for a moment before some man came up to her with a drunken grin wiped across his mildly attractive face. He opened his mouth to speak to her but she rolled her eyes angrily and handed him both shots before following Leighton out the door.

Roisin looked around, seatching for Leighton when she spotted the dark hair and figure of a young man that seemed a little familiar to her. She walked towards him and pushed his shoulder bitterly and said, "What is your problem Leighton?" She crossed her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes, waiting for him to turn to face her. A wind blew through her blonde hair, floating towards the man whose back was facing her and her silky dress grazed her upper thigh. Her skin became covered in goosebumps from the cold breeze but she kept her expression unchanged as she waited for him to respond to her.

 

[Leighton Marsters]

"What is your problem, Leighton?" She shouted at him and has he gripped his chest in pain his face screwed up in pent up anger. "My heart." He said weakly, sighed, and didn't look at her. Ususally really fit people didn't have heart problems, but he suffers panic attacks usually not knowing what causes them, but his heart just starts racing and his temperature accelerates to a height where someone would usually pass out. He panted softly and turned around to face her, resting all his weight on to his car. "Do you want me to take you home?" He asked, not thinking he could go back in to the club.

 

[Roisin Vaughn]

At Leighton grasped his chest over his heart the fear for the man caused Roisin Vaughn to put a hand on his arm worriedly. "Do you need to go to the hospital? Is it something I did?" she asked, suddenly feeling more then lust for this man. She cared... The woman took in his expression and as he offered to take her home she nodded, wanting nothing more then to be in the comfort of somewhere familiar. "Are you okay to drive?" she asked and hiccuped, showing that she really was not, well not enough to pass a Breathalyzer test should she be stopped if she drove.

 

[Leighton Marsters]

Leighton sighed and laughed. He stood up, sturdy on his feet, and nodded. He opened the passenger door for her and gestured for her to get in.

 

[Roisin Vaughn]

Roisin could feel heat rise to her cheeks as he laughed at her but smiled as he opened the door for her. It was so polite, not once had she ever been treated like this, one moment wanting this man more then she needed air, the next being angry at him and then before she knew it caring about his well being and fawning over his gentlemanliness. She slid into the car and relaxed into the seat as her eyes held his gaze for a strong moment, her eyes seemed to show everything she had felt for him but also nothing at the same time due to the jumbled thoughts she was having.

Now buckled up, Roisin fiddled with the safety strap as she waited for Leighton to also get into the car. She didn't know what exactly was going to happen but she did have a niggling feeling that the night would not end at the door for her.

 

[Leighton Marsters]

Leighton closed the car door of the passenger seat, and watched her for a brief moment as she fiddled with the seat belt, and he smiled. He walked around to the other side and got in, putting in his key, and igniting the car. They drove away from the crooked place, and he kept silent for the whole time. "Where to little lady?" he asked with a smile still keeping his hands on the steering wheel. His nerves had completely calmed down and all the stress had now faded away into urges. Strong urges to have Roisin's mouth on his once again, and to taste the sweet essence of love he gave him through her mind and body.