<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angel<br/><strong>Location:</strong> P3, Dance floor, moving back to the Bar<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Paisley</div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/rudy-reyes1.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Well now that was new. Pleasantly new. He'd been to clubs before of course, but somehow he'd avoided being licked in public up until now. Who'd have ever thought it would be such a delightful experience? He put his hands on her hips as she stood up on the crossbars of her stool to ensure she did not slip from her rather precarious perch.<br/><br/>As she leaned back against the bar he tilted his head slightly while looking her up and down. One could almost say his eyes were already licking her. Yanno...if that weren't such a corny thing to say. He claimed the saltshaker with one hand, and trailed a finger up her side with the other.<br/><br/>"<strong>Now...do I get to put it anywhere I want</strong>?" He tilted the shaker just enough that it would almost spill over and let it hover over a few suggestive places just long enough to put the exact image in her head that he wanted her to have. Then he floated it up higher toward slightly less scandalous regions of her body and finally layed a thin line in the delicate curve between neck and shoulder before claiming it with his tongue and slamming back his shot.