It was another perfect saturday night. The mood was just right, the makeup sat just as it should and the tight fitting gold dress seemed to cling to Clarissa's body perfectly as she made her way through the packed crowd at the club. Her mission was to get to the dancefloor and work off the extra meal she had that week. Dancing was as good a way to do so than any other. Of course she preferred to work it out with someone and at just that moment her brother was nowhere to be seen.<br/><br/>She had always been close to her twin brother Sam, but recently they had gotten closer than ever before. Something she didn't think possible given their history together. It was fun at first, dressing him up in her clothes, but now it had become their favourite passtime to see how far they could push it. So now they had begun going out at night and picking up strangers. The results were mixed to say the least, but Clarissa had a feeling that this was their night.<br/><br/>Sam, or Sammie as she liked to call him, was off somewhere in the club. Hopefully getting drinks or scouting for a good pick-up. Untill then Clarissa was going to work the dancefloor like she owned it. Hell, the twins might have.