Grell Sutcliff

"Strawberry daiquiri," Grell tried to give the bartender a seductive grin as she said her order, "Thank you~" The man turned away, completely disinterested, and she huffed a bit but otherwise just let it roll off of her. Her phosphorescent green eyes scanning the crowd on the dance floor, as they had been for the past twenty minutes. Seeing couples who arrived together moving together, seeing singles snatching up a match for the night becoming practically intertwined, music so loud that she felt it's rhythm in her veins. It kept going back and forth between many genres since the DJ was taking requests. Every so often, someone picked something everyone hated, and was booed until giving a better one. Pink and red lights flashing, themed for the night, occasionally a few pride flag colors came on but it was mostly those. Grell tried a few more times to engage someone, but was rejected, normally she liked the game but tonight it was disheartening. She was completely unamused, ardor she had arrived with dissolving. And so, she sat back down, picking up her cup and hurrying to gulp it all down. She was leaving. Was leaving, but then she paused, feeling eyes on her and turned. "Aren't you a stunning creature?" She giggled a little when they, walking away from the DJ area, realized that the redhead had caught their staring the entire time they went. So then, immediately tried to duck behind another person near them. Earning them a disgruntled look, they accidentally bumped into them, which made the poor thing even more embarrassed. She read their lips, the apology to them, and laughed louder. How adorable... "I cannot hide what's on my mind, I feel it burning deep inside." The person's song choice came over the speakers then, some sort of rock song, and Grell decided to make her move. “A passion crime, to take what's mine. Let us start living for today." Walking over, swaying her hips purposely, she stopped a few steps away. Leaning in, letting her lips brush their earlobe. The music and lights suiting her flair for the dramatic perfectly, it felt like fate! "Be my Valentine, darling?"