Hit The Dance Floor

[Professor Jared Holmes]

It was very clear that Jared didn't know how to dance, anyone watching him knew that and he knew that as well. It wasn't that he had no rythm, its just that his body didn't quite do what he wanted it to do when he took it out onto a dance floor. But that didn't stop him from going out onto the dance floor and moving his body with a manic kind of energy... and somehow it was infectious and people around him were just having a good time.

Baby, Baby, Baby
You are my voodoo child, my voodoo child

You're like voodoo baby,
You just stay cold,
But your caught on the table baby,
Do I twist, do I fold?

You're like voodoo honey,
All silver and gold,
Why don't you tell me my future?
Why don't I sell you my soul?

His new job would start soon, teaching history at St. Avalon academy. In a few days he would be teaching eager young students and hopefully opening their minds up to what learning could do for them. The chance to change some lives was why he was doing this.

So here it comes,
The sound of druuuums...
(here come the drums here come the drums)

Baby, Baby, Baby
You are my voodoo child, my voodoo child
Don't say maybe, maybe!
You're supernatural
im coming undone

Baby, Baby, Baby
You are my voodoo child, my voodoo child
Don't say maybe, maybe!
You're supernatural

You're like voodoo baby,
Your kisses are cold,
Feel your poison running through me,
Let me grow old,

Laughing to himself he walked away from the dance floor, he was having a great time letting off a little bit stress, not the least bit worried about the job that was starting soon as he walked toward the bar, looking to get a drink.

[Caleb Sebastion Raef]

Caleb wasn't really one to venture out into public, not because he didn't really like going out-it was more for the simple reason that he was shy, quiet and it was hard for the Werewolf to make friends. He was so use to being ignored in such a large family that when he had first arrived at St. Avalon's it had been a few months before he had even spoken a word to one of his fellow students. Tonight was not one of those nights: Caleb had managed to gather up the courage and head on into town to enjoy the night for what it was, free.

The moon hung almost full in the sky, just a slither of it's edge was missing as if someone had grated a small amount off and discarded it from the night. The young Werewolf knew that in a few days time it would wane full and he would be stuck, forced to transform into the beast that he really was. Normally a creature like him would take this as freedom from their normal life; Caleb use to as well; until his Gift had surfaced and he had been terrified by each transformation since.

A soft growl escaped between his lips as Caleb turned from the street and ducked into a nearby bustling club; he flashed the bouncer an ID, if it was his that was yet to be seen too but he had dissappeared into the crowd before anyone could even contemplate it. The song was dying in the background and his sensitive hearing could identify it over the buzzing noise of everyone else chatting.

You're like voodoo baby,
Your kisses are cold,
Feel your poison running through me,
Let me grow old,

A rather large lump had formed in the back of his throat; what was he doing here?! He should be home quietly reading and studying before the Term started, instead the Werewolf was roaming the streets looking for what... trouble? That wasn't like him at all. He reached the bar raising his hand signalling to the keep. "J.D and coke please." Placing a note on the table he turned his attention to the dance floor biting at his lower lip between seats contemplating if he should brave it.