Locked Away

[Elena Petrowski]

"A pretty thing as yourself should never sit at a table without a drink. Especially not alone," the blonde announced as she stepped towards the table, holding out a shot of tequila at the brunette and one for herself. Her blue eyes scanned the other girl for a moment, taking in everything she had to offer; her face, her eyes, her clothes and most importantly, her thoughts.

She seemed to be the kind of person who was on guard, yet loved to let go and have fun. Perhaps not the most conventional kind of fun, but hey, Elena was hardly one to judge. There was a lot of darkness in there too, but Elena wasn't stupid enough to start digging so soon. After all, who knew how much training this girl had with telepaths. For all Elena knew, the girl might feel her digging too deeply, far too quickly. She had to take this slow. Bide her time.

Gesturing towards the empty seat opposite of the brunette, the telepath cocked an eyebrow. "Mind if I join you?" She simply asked to be polite - she'd likely sit down regardless of the answer. The girl struck her as interesting, and if there was anything Elena simply couldn't let pass her by - it was interesting people.

She thrived on them.

Just as she thrived on the weak-minded.

"I'm Elena," she spoke with her clear, Russian accent.

Selina Taylor

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina enjoyed her time away from it all, and what better place to do that than a Burlesque club? Why she spent so much time alone nowadays... she wasn't sure.
Maybe she was distancing herself form others again. Old habits died hard, after all. Selina had been taking a lot of time to think about where she wanted to go with her life lately, and she wasn't entirely sure she was where she wanted to be. 

    Selina saw the bombshell blonde from a mile away and was slightly flattered when it seemed that she'd been the one to catch the woman's attention. She smirked and nodded to the blonde as she was offered tequila, taking the shot with a grin, "Hmm, you might be right," she agreed before indicating the chair across from her with a nonchalant wave of her hand, "Feel free."

    Selina had had some amount of training regarding telepaths, especially considering who her employer was... but she had already had a few drinks and she wasn't exactly expecting to run into another mutant at the club, though she should really know better by now. It just got tiring being hypervigilant all of the time. Selina was weary of always having to second guess people and their motives, yet she'd still checked the taste of the tequila as she drank it down. She wasn't planning on being stupid tonight either.

     Selina smirked at Elena's accent, the sound of it reminding her of an incredibly large Russian she'd run into a few times, "Selina, it's a pleasure."

[Elena Petrowski]

Bombshell blonde? Well, that was a new one, she supposed. The blonde couldn't quite keep herself from smiling as she nodded. She pulled the chair from the table, turned it and leaned her chest against the back of it as she looked the brunette over; she was strong. That much was obvious. Elena had been right too, in thinking that this girl was guarded, yet enjoyed having some fun. At least she'd accepted the drink without much trouble.

However, the next part had Elena sighing without a sound; she had experience with telepaths. Did that mean Elena had been outed? She doubted it. She hadn't made any moves to dig into the girl's brain. Sure, Elena was one of the strongest (if not the strongest) around. That much she knew. When she'd been at Bellefonte so many years ago, she'd far surpassed the most.

"Elena," the Russian greeted her with a smile. "It's a pleasure, indeed," she added and lifted the shot to her lips, leaned her head back and took a swig from it. She could feel the liquid burn down her throat and she loved every second of it. She supposed she was just another stereotypical Russian that way, but ah.

"What brings such a lovely lady as yourself to a place like this?"

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina let out a low laugh and shook her head, "Well, I'm not exactly a lady even on my best days, however, I'm here because I enjoy the aesthetic appeal of the human body and performance art... that is, if you like pretension. I could also be here because they have great alcohol and the people on stage are hot as fuck. Take your pick," she offered wryly. Selina absently watched a woman perform before she grinned wickedly up at Elena, "And what brings you here?"

    Selina, though having warmed up to her friends a good deal, had become colder to strangers in general. Elena was a gorgeous woman however, so Selina was far more tempted to attempt being sociable than not. Besides, she still enjoyed one night stands as much as anyone, though she was a bit pickier in her partners. There was a lot she'd put up with, even three years ago, that she wouldn't now... or at least not unless she was having a really bad night, but she wasn't going to think about that right now. 

    Selina ordered them both two more drinks, this round on her. She handed Elena her drink before she tipped her own tequila back with the lazy ease that came from repetition. Selina wasn't aiming to get completely drunk, but a pleasant buzz would be nice. Selina also got the feeling that she shouldn't relax too much around Elena. Elena seemed incredibly interesting and was definitely Selina's type, but Selina had a sense that she'd do well to keep at least some of her wits about her. Underestimating people because of hair color or body type had never been a problem Selina'd struggled with.

[Elena Petrowski]

Cocking a pleased eyebrow, Elena chuckled at the forward way the other woman handled herself. She could already tell she was going to enjoy this. In fact, Elena quite enjoyed people with a spine. She felt a lot more at home around them. And in turn, she also respected them a lot more than what she did the plentiful of weaklings running about. "Well, after your delivery, I'm not sure any answer I'd be able to give you would be quite as satisfying," she smirked.

Lightly, Elena skimmed the girl's thoughts; so she'd been quite the freelancer in her early ages, but had grown more mature. Elena could respect that. In fact, part of her probably should have felt complimented - if Elena hadn't been aware of her looks, of course. Being a mind reader, you sort of got used to hearing people's opinions and Elena had learned rather early that she was a looker. Which she naturally used to her advantage.

Accepting the drink with a wide smile, Elena followed suit and tipped her own glass back. She was glad she was a stereotypical Russian that way; She knew her alcohol. She turned her attention back to the girl, still skimming her thoughts with curiosity. Good; the girl was smart. "Since you enjoy your surroundings, why don't we move this little one-on-one party to the dance floor?"

[Selina Taylor]

    “Luckily there are many other ways that I can be satisfied,” Selina offered as a suggestive grin crossed her features. Though the other woman was gorgeous, Selina knew all too well the ugliness such beauty could hide. Selina didn’t much care though, just one night wasn’t going make or break her. If the two ever met again, perhaps she’d worry more about the other girl’s personality, but for right now, it didn’t matter all that much.

    That was the wonder of anonymity, she supposed. For a brief moment, the person across from her could be taken solely at face value… for the most part anyway. So at Elena’s question, Selina grinned and nodded, “I’d love to,” she agreed as she stood and held out her hand to the other woman, a playful glint in her eyes, “My lady,” she teased lightly.

    Selina had always loved dancing, regardless of her surroundings or the music playing. There was something cathartic about it, a certain… release that she enjoyed almost as much as anything she’d find in a bed. Almost. The fact that dancing could lead back to her bed made her appreciate the art even more. Selina hadn’t had a night where she just relaxed and let herself go in quite some time… Maybe tonight would be better than she’d originally planned.