Dancer
Kisame gave the room a quick glance and felt his lips curl up in a smirk. Next he looked to Itachi’s face just to watch the twitch of his eyes. His smirk widened into a full grown grin as the watched Itachi twitch again. To any other it would be an unnoticeable tick. To Kisame who had been Itachi’s partner for a decade, it was blatant emotion. Little Itachi was both embarrassed and indignant as he flickered his eyes over the girls.
“There’s our man.” Kisame grinned at Itachi, voice barely heard in the surrounding noise.
Itachi shot him a glance then looked over to the corner where a posse of men were seated. At the center of the table was their client, smoking a cigar as he watched the tableau. He had two guards on either side and a girl in his lap. Kisame and Itachi made their way over, weaving around the crowded tables. The flashing colored lights and pounding music was a noticeable distraction, clouding the air along with the tobacco smoke. Kisame inhaled deeply, feeling the beat of music in his chest. He shot a grin at a man who pulled his eyes away from the girls long enough to gape at him.
When they reached the table Kisame crossed his arms and spread his feet and let Itachi do the talking. His partner slid into an offered seat and immediately started talking. Kisame tuned him out over the music and eyed the guards. They eyed him right back. Kisame knew he looked out of place even in his civilian clothes. The dark trousers and semi-formal button down shirt were not something he would normally be caught dead in but needs must. His looks he could do little about but clothes always helped.
Kisame shot one last glance at Itachi and snorted as he saw their client had a glazed look on his face. He was too busy staring at Itachi. Kisame had been saying for years all that pretty made men stupid. Itachi was in civilian clothes and he pulled them off a lot better than Kisame could. With is hair loose and his posture and manners perfect he drew the eye. Maybe that would work out for them even better. Kisame left Itachi to be stared at and turned to survey the club again.
He could sense the odd chakra-user but the club was mainly full of civilians. Those that registered were low level and most likely mercenaries or chunin on vacation. He had nothing to fear from those small fry. There was one though, one presence that niggled like it was being repressed and hidden.
Kisame followed that signature until he was gazing in one of the cages set up around the room. It held a dancer of course, a nubile young woman moving to the beat and wearing very little. Kisame let out a low whistle, interested. She was very lithe, covered in wiry muscle and the light reflected off her creamy skin, lighting her up. She wore a thong with straps that went high over her hips and connected straight up through her breast to a thick choker about her neck. Star stickers covered her breasts and elbow length gloves covered her hands like a second skin. Killer stilettoes gave her some extra height and showed off her long, long legs. The whole thing was done up a bright pink to match her short hair.
The girl moved like a dancer, moving to the beat and running her hands alluringly up her own sides. She coiled and uncoiled her muscles, eyes at half-mast as she moved to the music, seemingly unaware of all the eyes watching her closely. She turned and curved and Kisame watched her every move as she drew her hands up. She kept her audience captivated with her creamy skin and lithe figure by strategically moving her hands to bring draw the eye.
Kisame watched her closely, enjoying the show until a waitress sashayed around him with a tray of drinks and he heard a booming laugh. He cast a glance back at Itachi to find him sitting noticeably closer to their client, a polite smile curling his lips as he accepted a drink.
Well, never let it be said Itachi didn’t know how to use his own sex appeal no matter how distasteful he seemed to find it.
Itachi caught him looking and cast his glance across the room in an obvious sign. Kisame followed his gaze and frowned at the man sitting alone at a table close to the pinkette.
Kisame raised a brow at Itachi and his partner’s face turned flinty for a moment, a warning, before he turned back to the client, polite smile back in place as he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. Kisame slide his gaze to the man Itachi seemed concerned about. The man had silver hair, from what he could see in this light, and dark eyes. He was also sitting slouched, one hand in his pocket, on holding a drink. He was leaning back in his seat, looking utterly relaxed, and had eyes for nothing but the pinkette in the cage.
Kisame narrowed his eyes wondering where he knew that face from but was coming up blank. He kept half an eye on the man anyways. If Itachi recognized a person enough to give a warning, they were dangerous. Luckily the man sat on the opposite side of the dancer than Kisame so Kisame could watch her to his heart’s content while also keeping the man in sight.
Kisame looked back to the dancer and was startled to find her eyes open, watching him in return from across the room. She gave him a sultry smile and winked before dragging her hands down her breasts, pressing them together. Kisame glanced almost automatically behind him to check to see who she looking at, but no one was paying attention to her, most looking at those closer to them. He looked back and she winked again. Her next few moves were obviously meant for him as she kept her body angled his way and her eyes fixed on his. Kisame grinned widely and enjoyed the show just for him.
There was a commotion behind him and Kisame turned to find the girl on the Boss’ lap is leaving in a huff. Itachi had replaced her, leaning ever so close as he cooed to the man. Kisame winced at the way the man was panting after Itachi and turned his back on them. He looked back at the woman and frowned suddenly. He glanced past her and found the silver haired man nowhere in sight.
Kisame twitched and glanced about quickly, flitting his eyes across the room. No sign of the man. That was…worrying. Kisame shifted his stance just the slightest and kept half an eye about.
The Dancer winked again.
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Kisame gave Itachi a subtle wave and Itachi gave a toss of his hair and a slight sneer. Kisame snorted and watched as Itachi followed the Boss, letting the tall man lace an arm around his shoulders. Kisame was under no illusion about what would be happening between them. Ironically the boss would be under illusion about it.
Kisame chuckled to himself and watched the end of the bar carefully. The Dancer had slipped from her cage and was accepting a drink from the bartender as the bar was locked up. He watched the women shoot the vodka and then head for the employee room.
Kisame lingered until the bartender gave him a look and then he slipped out of the club. The streets were quiet this late and night and there was no one to see him slip into the back alley and lean against the wall in the shadows. He waited patiently as various girls slipped into the night, mostly in groups or with one of the bouncers, all dressed again.
Kisame was going to give up when suddenly the door opened a final time and the pinkette stepped out of the bar. She had pulled on a pair of low jeans and a dark top that still showed a great deal of cleavage.
She stopped before she had made it even a step and turned to stare right at him. Kisame chuckled and stepped out of the shadow. She didn’t even flinch, just looked up at him as he stepped closer. This close, in the dim light from the door he could see she was wearing a thin layer of makeup. All in pink of course. It highlighted how very green her eyes were.
“Hello Doll,” he grinned, “Nice night, innit?”
She smirked then, a small twitch of her lips.
“It was, hopefully it will stay that way.”
“I ain’t got no fight with you Konoichi," he said, “As long as you have no problem with our new client.”
She snorted.
“I’m not here for that asshole. I’m here for a drug dealer, not a crime lord.”
“A drug dealer warranted such a job?” he whistled, “Doll, I’d become a drug dealer just to see you in that outfit again.”
“Smooth," she barked a laugh.
“Instead of that though, would you care to grab a drink with me?" he asked.
She paused and eyed him.
“And here I thought you were just here to scare me away from your client.”
“Naw, just thought I owe you a drink for the show you gave me.”
She hummed and tossed her hair just the slightest.
“As long as your watcher don’t mind," he drawled.
“My watcher?” she raised a brow.
“The silver haired guy.”
“He’s not my watcher.”
“Well he was watching you very closely. Very. Couldn’t take his eyes off it seemed.”
She furrowed her brow, confused. He watched as a light flickered in her eyes as if she had had a realization.
“You know what, I will take you up on that drink," she said.
He grinned and offered his arm. As she took it, he noted she still has those killer pink stilettoes on. He wondered if he could convince her to keep them on all night.
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