More blushing.  It looked nice on Alex’s pretty, almost delicate features.  But what was that little giggle and head shake for?  Was that in direct response to his comment about being picked up?  It almost seemed like it, but he had the distinct feeling he was missing out on some great internal monologue.  Andreas just took a little comfort in how the other blond seemed to be taking in his features, too.<br/><br/>The sexy thing made his getaway then, but Andreas let his eyes follow.  “Yeah.  See ya,” he chimed in, turning to watch that firm ass.  It wasn’t all for the nice view, though.  Andreas was waiting… waiting…  The moment Alexander glanced back, the assassin knew he’d at least gotten a foot in the door.  A little attention, a little attraction.  Intrigue would only sweeten the pot, so he decided to chill out at the bar for a while longer as he enjoyed his drink.  He made sure his beautiful target saw him a couple more times, then made his way out into the crowd.<br/><br/>The hardest part of it was perhaps staying quiet and available.  There were a few nice bodies with equally appealing faces he wouldn’t have minded disappearing with for a while, but then he would come across as the uninteresting, narcissistic, pleasure-seeking asshole he really was.  His true goal was, after all, to get close to his final target with the use of Alex, and a one night stand wouldn’t do.  There was a certain level of trust needed, which required him to play the younger man longer than for some backroom fuck.  No, this was<i>real</i>seduction.  He’d have to probably come back a few times to get as far as even a dinner date, and that was if he read Alex perfectly, made all the right moves.  The worst part was that he wouldn’t even be able to pick someone up from somewhere else while he was romancing Alex.  Other than it being a really bad idea while he was sort of undercover, he had a real problem with doubling up.  Another stupid thing caused by trauma from his past, but it was who he was, and there was a certain satisfaction in his need for that one little shred of loyalty.  Even if it was temporary.<br/><br/>Hours passed.  Andreas had struck up a couple of interesting conversations to pass the time, but declined anything more.  He did make sure to keep an eye on the prize as the night progressed, slipping from one gathering of people to the next.  Alex couldn’t have been blind to his presence, either, but only because he made sure of that.  He wanted to remain in sight, in mind… but just out of reach.  Still, there was only so long it could be seen as appropriate for him to hang out in a club.  Andreas didn’t want to make it seem like he had nowhere else to go and nothing better to do.<br/><br/>His hesitance, and his inappropriately high interest in Alex, ended up proving beneficial to more than himself.  It delayed him just long enough to see a man trailing after that sexy blond as he took orders and bussed off tables.  The guy was alone, but he was easily twice as large as the prey he was stalking.  It wasn’t unheard of for someone smaller to be able to kick some ass, but there had been nothing he’d seen in the information he’d dug up on the pretty, rich thing being targeted to point to any training in combat or self-defense.  And sure, the buff guy might’ve been intending to ask for a number or something, but Andreas had seen enough of the world, of its evils, to know the glint of something feral in another’s eyes.<i>Sex or violence.  Possibly both,</i>he thought to himself, fixing bored blue eyes on the asshole trying to look casual even as he followed Alex to the bathroom.<br/><br/>Andreas rolled his eyes and sighed.  As much as he loved to have an excuse to play the knight in shining armour so he could get closer to his goal, he had a serious problem with the whole scenario.  Even if Alex wasn’t someone he was interested in for any reason, it was likely that the assassin would’ve stepped in.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Matthew, the tall, dark haired patron following Alex was ready to make his move.  It had taken long enough to get the pretty man cornered.  He probably could’ve waited in the parking lot for when the shift was over, but that wouldn’t have been nearly as fun.  Aside from that, the sound of a scream could carry a lot farther outside than in the middle of loud music and hundreds of people drinking and dancing.<br/><br/>The server disappeared into the bathroom.  Matt followed.  He glanced back to note that there wasn’t a lock on the door. Probably so shit like this wasn’t as easy to pull off.  That, or if some idiot OD’d they could get in.  He gave only a passing glance to the blond and took up his own position at the urinal closest to the door.  He wasn’t into getting pissed on, so he figured letting the guy relieve himself was wise.  The moment that was over and the blond was fastening those tight jeans, Matt was ready to make his move.  He headed toward the sinks like he was ready to wash his hands, but at the last moment he swung back around and grabbed Alex by his long ponytail.  His other arm came around a slender waist and, without much effort at all, Matt drug his prey over to shove him face-first against the tile wall.<br/><br/>“Okay.  You play nice,” he growled against Alex’s ear.  “You start fighting, and I’m gonna have to get real rough.”