Owner	Pose
Dracula	Though he normally would be dressed to the nines in every sense of the word, tonight Dracula is after something a little different. So rather than the finest of niceties, he is dressed to fit in to the mutant population. Tongiht he is wearing clothes that aren't rags, but clearly mark him as poor and almost destitute. His eyes move around the area with a wary stare, looking for something. Blood for the night? Companionship potential? Something else? The Lord of the Vampires has a good deal of practice moving amongst the mortals without drawing attention for the most part. The nobleman doesn't try to conceal his good looks, making him stand out just a little. He's just got a natural, predacious beauty and allure to him. Some things are just too diffcult to hide and so he doesn't try.
Lorna Dane	Just another night at the club, only it's the night before Christmas. Lorna should be with family but she doesn't really have much short of Alex, and he's been out of it recently after literally burning off all his energy trying to destroy a dangerous artefact. She should be home, taking care of him but she had gotten into some silly argument over some silly thing and needed to blow off steam.. Which is what brings her to this place. Emotions have+never been easy for her, sometimes it's easier just to numb them with drunkenness. Its oddly quiet tonight, perhaps everyone is home with family as she has no trouble finding a booth at the back. Dressed in dark purple leggings, a deep green shirt and black leather jacket she rather blends in with the night scene and a bit of goth about her as she orders a whiskey and rum before leaning back in her seat, lost in thought.
Dracula	Dracula has a thing for rare beauties of course, Lorna is all that and then some. Still, he is playing a part and knows sometimes the end game takes time. It is difficult to believe that one such and she doesn't have someone and that is another hurdle. He notes the drinks that she orders and orders a bourbon of his own. Does he like it? Probably not. Will he do things to see a game through? He will. Once he has the drink, he pays for it and mutters something softly to the waiter who has her order. When she tries to cash out later, she will find she has no tab tonight. Nobody will be able to tell her who paid it. He studies her for a time, from a distance. He learns her features and her every line and curve. The color of her hair draws a tight smile of both amusement and approval. Rare beauties.
Lorna Dane	Lorna Dane is caught up in her own little world, not paying attention to others around her as she tries to sort out the past several weeks. But of course, even as a mutant she stands out with her brilliant emerald locks. Somewhere she feels eyes watching her and she frowns, peering around, but is distracted by eerie trancelike music that rises from the speakers. A lone singer stands on the podium doing a solo act, perhaps part of a late night karaoke mic stand perhaps? She finds herself tapping her foot to the beat, tempted to dance as others around her do, but hesitates, not one to draw attention to herself even as she stands up straight, listening intensely to the music.
Dracula	Taking a drink, Dracula sets the rest aside and wanders through the room. One moment he isn't there, the next he is very near,"You are a beauty that none deserve to dance with them. I wonder if you would allow me a dance anyway, seeing if it is true what is said about fortune favoring the bold." He is playing the line, just confident enough to talk to one so far out of his league and hesitant enough to appear as though he would accept a declination without issues. Definately an illusion, but the appearance anyway.
Lorna Dane	Lorna Dane peers up at the mysterious and oddly handsome young man standing before her. She's not one to have a wandering mind, being totally loyal to Havok alone..However, she knows when to appreciate beauty. She smirks a bit, climbing to her feet. May as well have some fun. "Depends. Think you can keep up with me?" it's a challenge but a light hearted one as she steps on to the floor, twirling once then turning to look at him, wondering if he will accept her challenge.
Dracula	He smiles as she rises and offers the challenge. He chuckles softly and tells her,"I fear it may be a challenge, but it never be said I don't rise to a challenge, particularly one so enchanting." He follows her onto the dancefloor and settles into a rhythm with the music. He's not a spinner per say, but there is something old world mixed with what is popular in the way that he does move. Again, the nature of the man is a little more predacious than most, but he doesn't force his way into her space yet. A better dancer than most, this is how he survives. A nod and his smirk spreads a little more, enjoying watching her dance with him.
Lorna Dane	Lorna Dane smirks, though a slightly warmer one this time as she lets him lead her in the dance. Her own movements are graceful, fluid, but she is quite aware of the stranger's unnatural grace as well. "Hmm, not bad, you're a pretty talented dancer. Are you a professional?" she quips as she keeps up easily wuth him.
Dracula	He chuckles softly and shakes his head,"Sadly no." he admits,"My mother raised me on her own. There were many nights that we were too poor to do much more than eat and she taught me many different dances." He is an accomplished liar, centuries of practice makes him good at it. In all likelihood he's a beter liar than a dancer. He bows during the dance and tells her,"You are a devine partner my dear. You do me a great honor dancing with me." He continues to dance and creeps a little closer in the dancing.
Lorna Dane	Lorna Dane arches a brow. She may be a bit detached and a reluctant hero, but she's always been a champion of the little people, the underdogs. Since moving to Mutant Town full time, she's made it her job to protect her fellow mutants even if she doesn't like standing out much. "Sorry to hear, I guess I was lucky.." she shrugs, "Don't think I've seen you around here before, in Mutant Town..Are you new?" his flattery causes her to chuckle. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Mister...?" she pauses, not yet knowing his name.
Dracula	His accent, of course, is Eastern European. That comes with the territory. He bows once more and says,"My apologies I neither introduced myself nor asked for your name my dear." He nods,"I am new to the area. My name is Alucard. Joseph Alucard. You can call me either. In my country we go by our last names. In this country most go by their first name." "Who do I have the pleasure of addressing?" he asks. Charm being charm. Constant with this one. He never stops dancing unless she does. A soft chuckle at the mention of flattery getting him everywhere.
Lorna Dane	Lorna Dane notes the foreign accent and smiles, "You sound far from home, Alucard.." she pauses, considering the name. It sounds almost familiar from somewhere or other. "Where are you from?" But when he asks she just smiles, "The name's Lorna. Nice to meet you, Alucard." the music slows down, a nice romantic waltz and she slows her steps accordingly, twirling out and then coming in a bit closer, a daring smile on her lips.
Dracula	He smiles a little and tells her,"I am far from home yes. I come from a small country known as Wallachia. My line is royalty there many centuries back, but now royalty there is about as worthy as it is here." he admits. He reaches out with his mental power to gently stroke her mind and tease her emotions. Nothing overly powerful so much as a gentle toying. He smiles and tells her,"It is my pleasure Lorna, a name nearly as beautiful as the bearer." He isn't one to not rise to the dare of course and he moves in closer, taking her hand if she is inclined, the other hand resting on her hip. That connection would cause his abilities to strengthen just at his touch.
Lorna Dane	"Wallachia.." she echoes thoughtfully, "Sounds far. Why did you leave? Oh, don't tell me, they don't care for mutants in Wallachia.."she sighs, giving him the once over but too polite to ask what his particular talent is. "Wait, so you're descended from royalty? That's interesting, don't think I've ever met royalty before.." she smiles, clearly enjoying the attention as they dance around in slow circles swaying back and forth.
Dracula	"Far away, but always in my heart." he admits,"They don't care much for those like me no." he adds softly. He smirks a little and tells her,"I am a shapeshifter, but limited in my abilties." "Royalty means little at home now, but yes. You can say you have met a Prince of a far away land that is more pauper than royalty." He chuckles and continues to dance with her, moving a little closer. He studies her eyes, seeking the depths there.
Lorna Dane	Lorna Dane arches a brow. "Shapeshifter hmm? I imagine that can come in handy when you want to avoid certain people, or be noticed. Unfortunately I stick out like a sore thumb, even among mutants because of my hair." She shrugs, "But of course it could always be worse. I should count my blessings I suppose.." She frowns, swaying on the spot, "But why would a descendant of royalty be poor?"
Dracula	"I can shift to a wolf or a flight of bats." he admits,"Like I said, it is limited and a direct hallmark to the history of the rest of the area I came from." He chuckles softly and shrugs,"I think your hair is beautiful my dear. Never question that." "It could always be worse yes." he agrees,"Like you I count my blessings. As for my financial woes, we moved from the coutry many generations ago and my family..." he pauses and smiles,"...are you sure you want to hear my woes my dear?"
Lorna Dane	Lorna Dane arches a brow at something he says, pausing in her dance steps . "Strange, the more I think about it, the more you remind me of someone else, even your name.." she smirks, "but maybe I'm letting my imagination get ahead of me.." She sighs, pulling away completely, "It was a pleasure to meet you Alucard, but I 'm afraid I must be going. I'm sure we'll meet again.."