She's Dancing Alone ||open||

[raechel selene stevens]

All her needed schoolwork, and daily tasks had been long completed. It was around 9 o’clock, and she had been at this club for a few hours now, simply dancing the night away. She switched partners every other song, and was about half way through all of the club’s patrons.

The pounding music coursed through a certain dark haired girl’s system. Bodies crowded the dance floor just to get a glimpse at her. The way she moved her body went unmatched this evening. That was alright with her…less competition that way. She smirked as she saw the men around her about to start drooling. Civilian boys were so easy to figure out. All you had to do was have a pretty face, and wear clothes that gave them only a little hint of what was lying underneath, and they were hooked. It didn’t even require any sort of real work…that was good. She had come here wanting to get away from everything, and just let loose and enjoy herself. She had convinced a freshman back at Waverly to give her a ride here, and as far as she knew, he was long gone.

The smile Rachel Stevens’ wore was brilliant, with a lingering mischief behind the perfect teeth. She wanted a break from her studies, and so she had come here. She hadn’t brought any kind of date, and instead was dancing with everyone else’s, teasing those who she wasn’t dancing with yet.

If she was right, the first mission of the year was coming up soon, and so she wanted to have some fun before then. She was still a teenager after all, even if she was a very…unique teenager. School work had been piling up on her, not to mention she had writer’s block once more….she couldn’t even write a haiku! When that happened…you knew something was wrong. It really had seemed like her entire world had gone back and forth that week. Writer’s block…schoolwork…writer’s block…and back to schoolwork. So…it was time to break the cycle.

Her long hair whipped around as she turned and moved her hips to the song the club speaker’s were blaring into the popular hang out. She wondered briefly if she would see any of her classmates here…who knows…maybe she’d run into one of her brothers.

With that thought, she scanned the room, her mind taking in anything and everything. Nope, they weren’t. At least, not to her current knowledge. They were spies after all…legacies at that….she wouldn’t be surprised if she had not seen them.

Her outfit, paired with her dance skills and good looks, was drawing attention as well. Starting down at her feet, she was wearing a pair of black stiletto knee high boots. The heels of her boots were high…so one could wonder exactly why she didn’t sprain her ankle or stumble…but Raechel was much more…graceful than that. It just came with her line of work is all. Tucked into her boots, were some torn fishnet leggings, leading up to a black mini skirt. Her torso was adorned in a short sleeved top, a large black belt wrapped tightly around her waist. Her dark hair was left loose, with a slight wave to it. As far as accessories went, in her ears were a pair of silver hoops, and around both arms were a mix between black and silver bangles. The multi-colored caught perfectly on the silver pieces she wore.She wore very little make-up, aside from some sheer red lip-gloss, and a little eyeliner. She was a beauty indeed.