Gabriel Sinclair

Rosalie couldn’t exactly claim to be the inventor of anything special with it. “While this club itself might be my heartchild, I cannot claim to be the real brains behind burlesque. That is unfortunately a whole art style that’s been in works for quite some time. I actually used to work in a club much like this, at the coast of Spain for a few years when I was a young siren myself, actually.” She told him, before moving over to the stage, sitting down on the edge after giving him the paint. “Monday mornings, if you don’t mind? We have shows most evenings, but I can easily close down a monday.” She answered easily, while studying him. “You’ve not lived on the island for long, have you?” 

Lucia laughed at his comment and kissed him again. “I know you do,” she teased back, her hands moving to his face briefly. “Mm, growl like that again,” she encouraged, her hands now sliding down his broad shoulders. They didn’t stop there, no, as they continued lower to tug that shirt off him. A low moan escaped as his lips explored her neck, making her wrap her legs around him. “Bedroom would be more comfortable,” she murmured, not that she was in a hurry to move, but they could get wild. 

“Well I have been living here for nearly seven hundred years so I suppose I am now from the Island. I’m not really sure what applies as being from the island.” She shrugged. “What about you? Did you just arrive recently or has it been years or centuries for you as well?” The Dryad inquired, genuine curiosity lacing her voice as she did.

“Yes? But, not all of it. We stay more decent than at a more… Modern, strip club.” So maybe she was a bit old fashioned with it. Maybe a bit stubborn too, that burlesque was better than strip club. But, really, it was just different styles of adult entertainment. “You could come watch. I’ll write a note for the bouncer to let you skip ahead of the queue, since you’ve not experienced it before.” She offered as she grabbed out a small tin of paint from the janitors closet. “That would be amazing. We might need to get more paint though. Because I can only find this little tin?” 

Lucia beamed and slipped her arms around him as she melted into that kiss. He pulled away, but her hand moved to a cheek to kiss him a while longer. Already those worries were fading away, certain that they’d be able to figure this out and stay safe. “Hmm?” she murmured distractedly and looked up at him, trying to focus on what he’d said. “Mm, I know you will. I can always curl up in your arms. I can’t offer that, but I could give you a ride around the island,” she offered, some double meaning there, since had ridden her many, many times, in many, many ways. “But I just…” she trailed off and moved in front of him. She needed more of those lips and wasn’t going to stop. 

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Sean’s eyes unabashedly roamed the blonde’s figure, his teasing smirk only growing. He had a sweet face and a killer smile that was a bigger soft spot for Sean than he’d care to admit. His question caused his smirk to become a full blown smile. “Why, dear one, this is the place where fantasy becomes reality. This is life, it’s a style, it’s a need….As Xtina once said…” He leaned in and whispered sensually into the other’s ear, “…burlesque.” He leaned back with a wolfish grin, gesturing grandly to the stage. “Shakespeare said all the world’s a stage. Here at the Aquatic, we take that quite seriously. The stage is a stage, the bar is a stage, the patron’s lap is a stage. We fulfill desires here through the art of dance, simply put.”

“Burlesque, actually. I suppose you could say it’s a form for strip, but we don’t go full nude, there’s always something covering up the real nudity. And, we do full performances. Full shows, not just swinging around a pole.” She explained, while walking towards the janitors closet at the back of the building, walking backwards as she did, studying this massive man as she did. Not bad looking, that was for sure. “Yeah? That sounds absolutely amazing. I’m sure they need some paint anyways, don’t paint them nearly enough with how often they’re walked on.”

Lucia’s jaw dropped and she swatted at him playfully, laughing. “You are naughty,” she teased back and kisses him a taste longer to get some of that honey for herself. “It is strange, right? I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you,” she remarked, unable to resist the pun, even in her worried state. “Ours never really fought, but we’d probably move somewhere else,” she admitted, brow furrowed. “Yeah? I’ll do my best to protect you, too,” she promised with another soft kiss. “Hmm, no, no. I know I’m safe with you,” she assured and hugged him tight. “You always make me feel better, too.” 

Rosalie wasn’t necessarily the nicest person to strangers, but was that strange? Having lived as she did for years, having lived for years where she couldn’t trust anyone, where she feared the humans would find out what she was, and try to chase her to sea again? She’d been fight ready daily for so many years, that even now, she was perhaps a bit aggressive. “Wonderful. Then they should be able to keep the same routine tonight.” And she wouldn’t have to call Sean to get a new routine up and running in two hours. “I can go look for it, we might have a little bit, unless my cleaners threw it out in a frenzy.”

“…And 5, 6, 7, 8!” Sean called as he cued the music, his body lithely moving to the seductive crooning of Kay Martin blasting over the Aquatic Mystique’s speakers. Due to everything going on, Sean felt like it might be nice to get some of the dancers in to work out their Christmas Cabaret numbers. He’d been working on this one involving wrapping paper for quite a while, and he tantalizingly stripped the layers off, revealing different parts wrapped in different pieces of wrapping paper. Being in a room full of familiar faces, there was no shame in Sean’s game. After all, how could the dancers be expected to perform if they did not have an example. He slunk over to the giant chair they had rolled out onto the set, draping himself across it and gyrating his hips to the beat, his head rolling back in utter bliss. This was Sean’s happy place, his safe space. As the number finished, he swiftly jerked back on his pants and sweatshirt before telling the dancers to go and practice on their own. 

Lucia walked inside the house and set down her bag before heading into the kitchen. She gasped in mock horror. “I caught you. Hand in the honey jar. Tsk tsk tsk. Such a bear,” she teased and walked over to slip an arm around his waist. “No, not that I could find out. No one seems to know anything. Just that people are gone. Seemingly disappeared into thin air? And most of them shifters? It worries me, Gabe. What if one of us is next? What should we do?” she wondered and let out a sigh, resting her head on his shoulder. She knew that by expressing her worries she’d soon be wrapped up in his arms, which would help her feel better. 

Rosalie was very much a hands on boss, which was evident enough by her staying at at the club to do her paperwork, rather than returning home to get it done. But, home she risked Arthur disturbing her. So, she nodded her head when she remembered. Yeah, the stairs. “Yeah, just follow me.” Getting up, she headed towards the stage. High heels clicking against the floor, giving the illusion that the woman was taller than she was. “Supposedly it’s loosened enough that the gown got stuck, and she nearly fell over and ruined the whole performance. Do you think you could get it done in a day?”