As Julia sat at the bar, her gaze went around the nightclub, silent for a long time as her gaze peered to those eyes that looked at her. She didn't perceive it as though they were vampires, is figured they were the looks of people looking to frisk her down. None the less she returned their stares equally so, there seemed to be a bad case of staring problems going around tonight. It seemed they were rather quick to go right back to dancing, as though her staring at them had detoured them from whatever thoughts they had. A smile spread her lips at that, guess she was going to have to be a little more direct here at the nightclub.<br/><br/>Turning back to the bar she looked around for the tender again, though seemed he was busy, though the voice next to her made her brow raise before looking to the male that was seated on the counter rather then a stool. Pressing her lips together, it was more then a generous offer but...<br/><br/>"I can pay for my own drinks, though thank you for the offer."<br/><br/>Julia shifted her purse, bringing it up to her lap were she opened it, the knife within it glisten under the dim lights as she reached her hand inside to pull a thin roll of money out, flashing it to the male. Laying it on the counter now as she looked to the tender dubbed Frankie, giving a little thought to what she wanted tonight, what she needed was something to wash away the day and the phone call before now.<br/><br/>"Surprise me... Frankie?"<br/><br/>Looking back to, what she assumed the owner of the nightclub, there was a small smile to her lips as her gaze looked the man over, from where he set to his face. He had a old world feel to him, which explained his words and accent, though she couldn't place the accent at all. Tilting her head to the side as she leaned her right elbow/forearm to the edge of the counter. Shifting, she turned to face him a little better.<br/><br/>"I am Julia, and I am a long way away from being a little rose. You are the owner of the nightclub, your accent it.... strange, where are you from?"<br/><br/>It wasn't but seconds later that her phone started to ring, reaching back down into her purse she plucked it free to read the caller name, Beth. Her gaze looked up to the male with a mischievous smile as she slid off her stool. Opening the phone she spoke into the device as she moved away from the bar and into the crowd.<br/><br/>"What is it Beth? When are you getting here?"<br/><br/>There was a long silence on the other end of the phone as she stopped in the center of a large  group of dancers, waiting for a answer from Beth.<br/><br/>"That is what I was calling for, I won't be able to make it out tonight, mom's sick and there is no one else that will take care of her. I am sorry Julia, I will call you later tonight to see iif you are alright though."<br/><br/>Julia sighed as she said her good-bye to Beth, closing the phone as she stayed in the crowd of dancers. Her lips were pursed firmly together making her want to just leave rather then be here alone, though she did have a drink waiting for her back at the bar. Dropping her phone back into her purse she looked at the dancers around her before she decided to join them, after a dace she will have worked up a good enough thirst for her drink. The beat of the music seemed to carry her away, starting with her hips, swaying to start with before they picked up with the music, her feet sliding her through and between the other dancers with ease. She was graceful and talented when it came to dancing, least... for a human.<br/><br/>It took no time for people to see her, a male moving through the crowd to come at her side, moving with the rhythmic with her, reaching his hand out to her hip to move her closer to his body. His lips were smiling as he tilted his head down, breathing her scent in, which Julia was paying no attention, she was moving with her dance partner as he was leading her to a more darker location of the dance floor.