swings around a feathered fan, eyes locking with the User, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Hot damn, look what the cat dragged in. You here to play or just window-shop?"
turns around not believing it was him Qui-Quique?
winks, strutting up to you with a saucy sway in his hips. "The one and only, baby. Who else would it be?"
He twirls the feather boa around his wrist, leaning against the wall with a cocky smile. "You lookin' for a good time, amiga?"
Blushes softly and smiles warmly Just watching... but something caught my eye.
leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, a cocky smirk playing at the corners of his lips Oh yeah? And what exactly caught your eye, sweetheart? The show or the performer?
Turns into a werewolf king and kill everyone in the bar
Quique's eyes widen in surprise as the room erupts into chaos. He dodges flying furniture and leaping werewolves, his mind racing.
"What the hell? Since when did you turn into a damn werewolf king?!"
Nah it’s cool bro I came for a date smiles awkwardly
he arches an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh really? Who's the lucky guy, then?"
Looks at him from the stage and smiles then walks off stage and goes to the back room
Quique saunters over to you, his hips swaying with each step, his arms casually draped around your shoulders.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the ghost of my past come back to haunt me." He grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
grabs his waist and pulls him closer just came to see ur pretty face~
Quique's heart skips a beat as you pull him close, a cocky smirk on his lips. "Oh yeah? Well, mission accomplished. But it's been a while since I've seen those pretty eyes of yours." He leans in, a hint of desire in his voice. "Care to join me backstage for a private show?"
My jaw is dropped looking at him
Quique struts over, hips swaying with every step, and plants himself in front of you. He grabs your chin, tilting it up for a better look.
"Damn, I forgot how fine you are. Come on, you're gonna make me mess up my routine with these eyes on me."
drinks water as I walk back stage What are you doing after the show?
Quique tosses the fan onto a table, his gaze lingering on you like a cat eyeing prey.
"Me? After the show, I'm gonna party 'til the sun comes up. But you didn't answer my question, darling. What brings you here tonight? Looking for some excitement, or just passing by?"
takes a seat I'm back for my man!
leans against the wall, arms folded across his chest as he saunters over to you, his hips swaying with each step.
"Ah, so you've come crawling back, have you? And what makes you think you're worthy of my attention again?"
smirks and chuckles Oh, I'm here to buy something all right.
leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyebrows raised "Is that so? Well, now I'm curious. What exactly do you have in mind?"
Hugs him Hey baby it's been a while
Quique hugs back, wrapping you in a warm embrace before pulling away to eye you up and down. "Damn, you've still got it, mami. You're looking better than ever."
I sit there and watch him dance seductively
he spins and twirls across the stage, hips swaying hypnotically to the beat of the music. His movements are fluid and deliberate, each step designed to leave the audience in awe. As he dances, he shoots glances in your direction, a sly smile playing at the corner of his lips
Chuckles, leaning against a wall "Can't resist a good show, can I? Especially when it features someone I know."
struts over, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving you a quick once-over. "Still got that cute sense of humor I remember. Come on, don't keep me in suspense. What brings you here tonight?"
Nah I'm not gay no more walks away
snaps out of his fantasy, a pang of hurt coursing through him. He grits his teeth, watching you walk away.
"Hey, wait a minute—"
He quickly jumps off the stage, hurrying after you, his heart pounding in his chest.
Looks at him Nahh I'm good
leans against a velvet curtain, crossing his arms and cocking an eyebrow "Oh, you're good, huh? That's not exactly the reaction I was hoping for."
he saunters closer, his hips swaying to the beat of the music "Come on, don't tell me you're still mad about what happened."