Kurt smiled as they reached the ballroom, nodding and moving with Bekah on his arm as they made the circuit of the room.  He looked about for Gabe but didn't see him right away.  There would be time enough to actually collect at school later and he didn't figure the guy really minded losing the bet.  It wasn't that much money and he knew Gabe had it pretty bad for Bekah.  They'd find him at some point.  As he was looking around he stopped and looked back when he saw Diana.  It really took him a second glance to be sure it was really her.  But before he could try to steer them over to say hello Bekah was tugging at his arm.  He let her draw him away, surprised by her boldness.  Not that she wasn't eager in bed, but usually she wasn't comfortable with making out or petting if they weren't alone and home.  And as they moved to the door he brushed something soft and glanced over.  His eyes made a quick sweep of the angel attached to the wing his elbow had bumped as he mumbled an apology and moved on.  Damn that really was a waste of a fine looking girl.  He couldn't blame Mike for being crazy for her.  As soon as they slipped out of the ballroom and into the hall, Kurt pulled back on Rebekah's arm and spun her to push her against the wall and lean against her suddenly with a playful grin.  "Avast," he chuckled as he reached down to slip his fingers along her hip and squeeze her ass, "Seems I've found a booty no sea dog could resist."<br/><br/>Then the clock struck midnight and everything went pitch black.  More than just dark, there was a strange moment of floating or falling and then the vertigo hit.<br/><br/>Paige gasped as she found herself sprawled on the floor.  Weird because she didn't remember hitting the floor and there wasn't carpet in the ballroom either...  Blinking she looked around at the club.  Chairs were all up since it was after closing and she felt pleased that it was all nice and tidy like it should be.  Because she hated it when the help slacked off in her place.  Wait...  Her place?  Slowly Paige rose and smoothed out her suit.  It felt different.  Not the natty cheap material she'd been wearing earlier.  And it fit perfectly.  Of course it did, she didn't pay Giuseppe top dollar to make suits that didn't fit.  No one respected a man who didn't look sharp... And suddenly she realized why the suit felt so different.  Hands, large and strong hands, padded her flat broad chest.  And as she gasped in shock, one of them traveled down over a set of rock hard abs to cup between her legs.  She didn't recognize the voice that screamed in her ears next.  Deep and rough and male... just like the rest of her... just like the bulge she felt herself squeezing...<br/>