The Dance Floor

Rodrick had followed the woman across the dance floor to where she stood with her group. "Who let Rickey buy another round?! You know she gets the weird shit!" one of the guys complained. "Hey now Mr. Lucky to graduate! No shot for you!" Rickey smacked his hand as he reached for one despite his complaint. She grabbed the green shot and downed it followed by another. The rest of the group took one and cheered before drinking the pickle shot. "Blech!" a few made faces. "How about I get the next round." Rodrick approached the table behind Rickey. Rickey turned and found her body pressed up against his chest. "Oh if it isn't the demon from the bar. Hey guys! this is my new friend...well I dont know!" she placed a hand on his chest lightly pushing him back to give herself some breathing room. She could feel his pecks under his nice dress shirt and her hand lingered, gropping him a bit. "Oh wow..." she ran her hand up to his shoulder and down his arm feeling his muscles. Rodric felt a chill go down his spine.

"Oi Rickey! Hands off tha demon!" one of the females of the group grabbed her arm pulling her away. "Wait wait wait. He said he'd buy us shots! She can put her hands all over him!" the guy who had complained about the pickle shots smiled and pulled the other female back. "How about a round of fireball all around?" Rodrick didn't look away from Ricky as a server came by and quickly left. The group collectively groaned. "Hes worse than Rickey! But hey! free is free!" Seth smiled wrapping his arm around Rickeys shoulder giving her a squeeze. A low growl emitted from Rodrick and the group went quiet all eyes on him. "See Seth. Even demons think it's wrong to touch people when they have asked you to fucking stop!" Rickey broke the silence and elbowed Seth in the ribs. He flinched letting her go before grumbling to a stool holding his ribs.

The waitress brought back the shots and handed each of the group one. "To new friends!" Rickey raised hers, the others echoed "New Friends!" each downing the shot. Rodrick watched Rickeys pink lips on the shot glass and wanted more than anything for them to be on his own. He took the shot enjoying the slight burn. "We haven't even asked our new demons name!" the other female of the group piped up. "Do you not remember anything from training? Demons don't give out their names." Seth rolled his eyes. Rodrick leaned down, pushing Rickeys hair behind her ears and whispering. "Miss. Rickey...my name is Rodrick. Care for a dance?" his voice purred a bit. Her cheeks went red. "Later!" she gave the group the finger before taking Rodricks hand dragging him to the dance floor as Shape of You by Ed Sheeran started to play.

"So Rodrick! what do you do for a living?" she asked taking his suit jacket out of his hand and tossing it away once they reached the dance floor. "I'm a detective for the demon community." he told her starting to dance.

Girl, you know I want your love

Your love was handmade for somebody like me

Come on now, follow my lead

I may be crazy, don't mind me

Say, boy, let's not talk too much

Grab on my waist and put that body on me

Come on now, follow my lead

Come, come on now, follow my lead

"So am I! I just graduated from the academy!" she felt his hands go on her waist pulling her close. She smiled wrapping her arms around his neck. "You don't look like you could harm a fly!" his maroon eyes looked down into her blue ones. He wanted her skin against his, those lips on his....that tongue. "Well I graduated top of my class. Full marks." she let go and turned her back to him, her ass grinding against him. Rodrick let out a sultry growl. "A good student!" "Always more things to learn. I'm sure you could teach me a few things." she felt his dick start to get hard through his slacks. He ran his hands up her ribs and to her hair pulling on it making her look back at him. "Oh my pretty pet...I can teach you many many things." he forced her to turn around and smashed his lips against hers no longer able to contain himself. Rickey matched his force and her hands dug into the back of his neck keeping him close. By the time they came up from air the song was over and all eyes were on them. "As much as I would enjoy fucking you in the middle of the dance floor...our lesson will need to be moved to a more private area." he grabbed her by her wrist and dragged her toward the exit. The music started up again as Mith and the group watched them leave. Mith turned and looked at the bartender. "Did he close his tab?"