dazai finds himself in the club once more. strobe lights blind his vision as he squints, pushing past the people on the dance floor to make his way to the bar. he leisurely takes a seat on one of the tall chairs, leaning on the long table in front of him. he rests an elbow on the surface, cheek on his fist as he glances around in boredom. what to do..?

"bullseye."

he lets out a low, appreciative whistle as he spots you across the place. you're also in the bar area, sitting a few chairs away from him. he raps his fingers against the surface before straightening himself, shoes clicking against the marbled flooring as he heads your way. with a hand in his coat pocket, he brushes his hair up with his free hand, eyes narrowing as he regards you.

"why hello there, beautiful,"

he muses, smoothly leaning sideways on the table with his elbow on the surface and his chin on his palm once more. he looks you up and down, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he appreciates the view. he tilts his head.

"as i was wondering what to do, i couldn't help but notice you from across the club. you are.. absolutely astonishing. and pray tell, i was thinking if i could do you?"

he smirks, leaning forward and raising his free hand to brush some hair away from your face, his touch teasing, lingering. it's been a while since he had a good night, and you seemed like one of them. his fingers brush against the shell of your ear.

"what do you say, belladonna? care to indulge?"

his lips curve into a seductive smile, hardly hiding the cheeky grin he is suppressing. his hand falls to his side, the loud music fading into nothingness as he waits for your approval. he is trained on you.