Burlesque (Tag: Asa)

Asa was in full panic mode as he charged around the dressing room, adding the finishing touches to his girls' stage makeup. He was flittering around like a tropical bird, quite literally since he was dressed as a peacock that evening. A loose white shirt with an overcoat, the tail split into three feather-shaped tails that were tipped with plastic jewels. The overcoats material was almost iridescent, and seemed to change colours depending on how the light hit it. In the off chance that he had to venture on stage for whatever reason it was vital that he was dressed appropriately as well, and the club was going for a 'jungle' feel this week. He found the black eyeliner and eyeshadow a little too extravagant, but he'd never been one to complain about dressing up.

Unfortunately now was not the time to be focusing on how pretty he was. As the last of the girls disappeared through the curtain, Asa went back to panicking. The first act was starting and Cordelia hadn't arrived yet! She was only needed for a single singing act that night, but it was the closing number and would definitely be noticed if skipped. Mumbling to himself Asa stalked out of the club, reaching for his phone in his pocket. He'd tried calling Cordelia already of course but perhaps one more time.....Nothing.

The annoying dial tone faded as Asa's hand dropped, his attention entirely captivated by a young woman. She seemed young, but perhaps not so far from his own age. There was something exotic about her, and he guessed it was the Omega tattooed on her cheek. He knew what it meant, but the connotations behind it made the mark no less beautiful, or powerful. She was perfect. Sweeping past the long line forming Asa planted himself in the young woman's path, just stopping himself from grabbing her arm. He was desperate yes, but not about to forget that he was a stranger to her. Flicking his peacock tails behind him, Asa swept into a low bow, hoping his charming smile would help the situation. "My lady. Care to save a damsel in distress?" He straightened and winked. "That would be me, if you hadn't gathered."

Oh thank heavens she wasn't running away from him. Actually, she appeared to be sassing him, and hell if that wasn't a major turn-on. Unfortunately he needed her for his show, not his bed, and had to fix one problem before he could start making another. He probably wouldn't have approached her if he hadn't found her attractive, because if he hadn't, there was little chance a club full of men would. Though he had heard in the past that his standards were unusually high. Still, he knew his outfit was far from appropriate in daylight hours and was enjoying Selina's reaction more than a little bit. His smirk widened a little as he slipped his hands into his pant pockets, pushing them down just enough to show his suntanned hips.

"Maybe after the show," he decided, a thoughtful smirk playing across his face. In all honesty he'd probably have just a much fun teasing the young woman as he would sleeping with her, but her flirty teasing was definitely hard to resist. "Right now I'm in need of a beautiful woman to take over the closing number."

He turned to stand beside Selina, letting his hand hover just above the small of her back, gesturing for the open doors with the other. "Come on, I saw you eyeing the place. Why not have a little bit of fun?" His voice lowered on fun, curling over the word seductively. "And of course if you do this, I will be completely in your debt." He still wasn't impatient enough to start pushing her into his dressing room, but Asa did have to resist the urge to glance at his watch. The first act would have finished by now and he still hadn't gotten the young woman started. Actually, he hadn't even gotten her to agree to get started, but it didn't seem far off. He hoped.

"How about it, luv? Help a new friend out?"

For a moment it seemed like he'd distracted the girl too much, considering she'd completely misunderstood his proposal. Actually, rather than volunteering herself she looked more likely to zip down the street and ask random people to step in her place. Not that he wouldn't love seeing her advertising the club, and himself like that, but it was her he wanted. Luckily he managed to pinpoint the exact moment she realized that herself.

"You don't have to dance," he decided immediately, curious as to why she couldn't dance 'right now'. An injury perhaps, or something else that would keep her from moving. Not his business, though he very much wanted to ask. Self-control wasn't one of his strong points and he was a very curious person. Fortunately the fear of not having a closing number and being yelled at was enough to put his interest on the back-burner. "You can just sing. Hell, if you can't sing we'll just put a voice on the radio and you can move your lips. Honestly at this point I'd be thrilled if you could just stand on stage and look beautiful." He swept his eyes over Selina again, his lips curling slightly. "Shouldn't be hard."

Now he really did glance at his watch, and immediately began making a shooing motion with his hands to herd Selina towards the entrance. "You could go out there and teach the audience how to make origami cranes and I bet they'll still cheer for you, luv." He assured her, worrying his lip between his teeth. "I, on the other hand, will get my ass handed to me by my manager if I can't produce a closing number within the next few minutes."