silly boy in blue.

A chuckle left her lips as she couldn’t help but agree with him. “Yeah those guys are disgusting, I wouldn’t want to end up pregnant by the end of the night so I walked away.” She said shrugging her shoulders lightly. Her long hair bounced around every now and then as she moved getting closer to the boy and that was something she couldn’t help even if she wanted to. Her arms snaked around his neck as she felt his resting on her waist. “I guess you’ll have to learn something now won’t you, love?” She asked him as her hips balanced and swung around pulling their bodies rather closer.

Sterling sucked in a sharp breath, fingers pressing into the girls hips as she began to sway her hips in every possible direction, occasionally bumping into the boy's front. A low growl rumbled in his chest as Malia pressed their bodies closer together. "Maybe, yeah," he mumbled into her ear, moving his hips with hers to the beat of the music. This wasn't what he was here for, she should not have been dancing on him, he should not have began to flirt or buy her drinks. He'd lost his game plan, his train of thought. The boy mentally gave himself a lecture, but never once did he stop moving or let go of her. "Malia.." he said against her ear, peppering small kisses to the flesh just behind her ear. "Wanna get out of here?"

The girl couldn’t help but smile shyly as the lad spoke up once again, he was a true charmer and so much better and sly about it than most guys out there. She wasn’t surprised at all when he ordered them some shots, why would she? That was the normal guy night out procedure whenever he was on the pull right? Malia wouldn’t fall for it easily unless she was either A really drunk or B very desperate. “Well I was with those girls over there,” she started as she pointing at the group of drunken girls grinding on some random guys “but let’s be honest, I’m much better here.” She finished as she took a shot of the bar’s balcony and brought it to her lips shagging it down before looking at the boy again. A new song came on and she couldn’t help herself, but to grab the boy’s hand and pull him with her to the dance floor with her. “I love this songs, c’mon.” She told him.

Sterling glanced over in the direction she was gesturing to, and to be honest, his face pulled up in disgust. It was one thing to dance on or with somebody, but to do it while intoxicated and unaware of your surroundings seemed mindless, and almost disgusting. Though, he was an assassin, and he did kill people for a living, so maybe this wasn't his area of expertise and he had no room to judge. "Glad you've managed yourself away from those thirsty men." Sterling chuckled softly and mimicked the girls moves, finding his own shot and downing it within a second tops. The ash blond boy didn't fight her request, what choice did he honestly have? So, he followed, and quickly moved his hands to her hips when they reached the floor. "I'm not much of a dancer!" He said over the music, glancing around the room to see if he could get a few pointers from other people. "Lead the way."

As she looked up and realized who she bumped into a small smile appeared on her face not because she knew who he was but because she bumped into a fairly attractive lad instead of bumping against a drunky who’d be trying to dry humping her afterwards. She hated those guys, why would you just dry hump a complete stranger? That is not acceptable, no matter how drunk you are. Not only that but he was nice? Well at least it seemed like it. “I’m Malia, my pleasure.” She said before smiling widely at the boy. “You’re alone?” She asked him since there was no one around him which was weird considering Malia’s theory of attractive guys always going around in little packs.

Sterling mentally gave himself a pat on the back when he knew he had the girl right where he needed her. Not only did this make his job easier, but he figured he could get something out of her before he went about his business, and the main reason he'd come to this rundown club in the first place. A smirk spread across his lips, adorning his already perfect features, and he shrugged, glancing around the floor to make sure that he was indeed alone for the fifth time that night. "I was, but I've got you now, haven't I? I wouldn't call that alone." With an airy chuckle, Sterling turned to the bartender, asking for a round of shots for him and Malia. This would be her last night to live, and drink, and enjoy life the way he'd learned she loved to do when he first received a file on her. "What brings a beautiful girl like you to a place like this? I'd assume you'd be more of a girls night out kind of person, ay? Unless you've brought your pals with you and I'm simply intruding, my apologies if that's the case." 

Malia’s night was starting to get boring at this point, all she and her friends were doing was just dancing around and looking at boys. So the girl excused herself and went up to the bar, maybe another drink would make it less boring to her. The club was packed, there were people everywhere and she honestly needed everyone to move so she could just get to the bar already. Even though she’s very smart and has a very serious side to her, most of the time she just wants to have fun no matter what she’s doing. As she walked up to the bar she bumped against a tall figure. “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” She asked, she was pretty sure she didn’t hurt whoever it was but apologizing was the polite thing to do, right?

Sterling was, in a literal sense, on a mission. He was considerably lucky, the club was packed, his boss and fellow 'friends' were no where to be found, and he would be getting a job done tonight— the first one he's had in weeks. At first glance, you would never guess that Sterling Alistair was an assassin. With every given opportunity, he was out and about, stalking and constantly keeping tabs on his newest target. Tonight, he was meant to be find a young girl named Malia, and was a bit thrown off his game when a smaller figure bumped into his side. "It's alright, I'm fine." He mumbled to the girl, flashing her a smile and just as he went to turn around, he noticed who the girl was. He'd seen pictures, he'd seen her from a distance and she was fit, but he'd never expected her to be this stunning. What could someone as innocent looking as her have done to deserve death? "Oh, hey. I'm, uh, Steelo. 'S nice to meet you."