Nightfall Works
Loud, quick paced music blared through the building, the melody mingling with the obnoxious shouts and intimate whispers of the people around her, forming a kind of pulsation that seemed to have a life of it‘s own. Figures mingled out about the dance floor, moving to and from the bar, all the time seeming to maintain the same steady yet changing rhythm, excitement the leading tune.
Arisa’s hearing was honed to pick up the most undefined footstep to the softest breath, and she didn’t doubt that by now her head would have exploded with the noise around her had she not toned down her senses to around that of a normal human. She stood with her figure leaning back against a far wall, eyes hiding momentarily behind her eyelids from the painfully bright lights that flashed around her.
She had been watching the rest of the crowd for the past hour, sometimes watching the people dance or ease-dropping in curiously to conversations, and then occasionally completely zoning out. For the moment her thoughts were back with Arlen, but for the past few days weren’t they always…guilt gave a twinge inside of her, his expression flashing across her mind for the millionth time that night. But hell, what was she supposed to do? It wasn’t as if she had a choice in the matter…he didn’t want her to lie to him did he?
A small groan escaped her lips, a slight scowl flashing over her features, before fading slowly away into a soft placidness as she opened her darkly lined eyes up to gaze into the crowd again. She reached up to brush a few short strands of brownish hair from her jade gaze, her fingers wandering up to fiddle absentmindedly with the tips of the straight, silken locks, still amazed by the fact they now ended only an inch or two below her ears, quite a change from when her hair had been down to mid-back only weeks before.
But the shorter cut framed her face nicely, and made her look more feral, something she was not at all objected to. She had a newly discovered fetish with people playing with her hair, something she had never liked before, but she had discovered the day Spike paused to play with her hair that since her head lost a pound in hair weight, she practically melted at the feel of gentle fingers tousling and stroking her hair.
To bad Spike was busy stroking Rouge, every inch of her. A slight look of annoyance crept over the metamorph’s features again, before letting muttered words escape her lips,
“Oh that’s a great idea Aris, just get jealous of a nice girl who’s done nothing but be polite to you, just cause she means Spike can’t spend every waking hour with you…“
She ran her fingertips over her forehead gently, wiping the annoyance from her features, eyes sliding shut in sickly exhaust, tone shaking slightly,
“It’s not his ruddy fault everyone else has kicked me out…not his fault I‘m the damn Wicka‘s puppet…”
She let a gentle sigh escape her lips, turning her head to half-face the wall, pressing her cheek against it’s cool surface. A shaking breath blew out over her lips, eyes pressed tight shut, slight moisture wetting the rims of her closed eyes. She had to pull herself together…
She lingered for a moment, before taking in another breath, and straightening herself out. She took a step out away from the wall, moving out to cross the dance floor. The bright, ever-changing lights cascaded over her figure, illuminating her in different colors each time. It was hard to tell just what color her clothes really where, but in the least it was visible that she had on jeans, just like almost all the girls in the club, held up low with a metallic decorated belt, and a slightly tighter shirt. She was not a blow-away-in-the-breeze builded person like most the girls in the room, she had a stronger figure, though still light and fairly thin, it was sturdy. Her figure was curving, she had powerful hips, but a bust to even them out, and a long waist to cut in between the two and keep her from appearing too stout.
She had to look up at most of the people as she moved passed, reaching a grand height of five foot three, to five foot four, but that was mostly accountable to the fact that she was quite a bit younger than most people in here, as this was an 18 and up bar and club. As she weaved in and out of the people, seeking a new place to rest or a new group to watch, her gaze flickered over the humans she passed, as soon as she took in one face another one appearing.
She forced a small smile to curve her lips, it wouldn’t be too long before she had had enough practice to be dancing confidently inside the crowd as well, but for now she just wanted to watch for a few more minutes, maybe then she’d give it a try…
TBC: Mika, others welcome!Edited by: In Shadows Keep at: 10/7/04 9:39 am
It hadn’t been fair. Mika had everything going for him back in Australia. Alright, his education wasn’t as good as it could be, but if he was given the chance to complete his year 12 exams he would have gotten himself a decent score that could lead to a few different career paths. The main one he wanted was to be an AFL superstar, where education wasn’t a prerequisite and skills were, but that was nothing but an out of reach dream now. This dream was something very likely too, he was no doubt going to be drafted into the Australian Football League at the end of the year, but none of that mattered anymore. Mika knew that as he raised a half empty glass of beer to his mouth and took a good, long sip at what could have been.
However, drinking wasn’t going to rid the problems for the potential sports star. He knew that as he placed the glass on the cardboard coaster that the head barman wanted all of the people who came to Nightfall Works to do so bar wouldn’t get ruined at a quick rate. Though, just because it wouldn’t rid the problems didn’t mean he couldn’t try.
Ever since he had made the move from Australia to the US Mika had been longing to play some kind of sport. He was so desperate that he tried out for the football team at the high school his parents sent him to. But it just wasn’t the same and Mika didn’t like the idea of all the padding and helmets, how are you supposed to run in that? Though, through his school he had befriended a few people and quickly got into the popular group of his year, some were even on the football team and wanted him to stay for his long kick. Mika found it kind of amusing, he had heard of some AFL players going over to the US after they retired to play American Football and now he was like them, except he refused to play because he didn’t find it much of a sport and that only annoyed some of his friends.
He was there with a couple of them at the moment, they had all brought along their girlfriends who now had dragged them to the dance floor. Mika was yet to find a girl who he even found half decent so tonight, as punishment, he was set up with one of his mates girlfriends friends who had a crush on him. The girl was alright looking, but nothing special and her personality just lowered who she was. It was embarrassing to have someone like her like you. However, Mika was lucky that she had followed a friend of hers to the bathroom. No doubt they were going to talk and his report wouldn’t be too good. His friends had told him to at least be nice to her, but what she wanted to talk about was boring and when he brought up a topic she’d joke around, say that he was silly and giggle. That only annoyed Mika and he was losing the little interest he had with her very quickly.
At the memory of Ashleigh, the girl who he had been set up with, laughing at his last topic he had brought up, Mika’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. Just another thing wrong with this country, the girls. There were heaps of good-looking ones where he used to live, some even tried to be all over him at parties just because he was good footballer. He didn’t like them but at least they were good company, as he didn’t always mind the attention especially when it would annoy other guys.
Since Ashleigh was gone, Mika skulled the rest of his beer. Maybe if he got drunk he might be able to bear with her. Placing his empty glass down on the bench, he signalled to the barman for another glass, he gave a nod and went to keep the customer happy. While waiting for his drink, Mika swung his body around to get a look of his surroundings. His ears had already grown accustomed to the music, but it wasn’t as loud by the bar since if it was the people behind it wouldn’t be able to take orders. His brown eyes, however, had to adjust to the constant flicking of lights as they changed colours once they did he could clearly make out the dancing figures on the dance floor.
His eyes didn’t linger of them for long as they wandered away but the wandering didn’t continue for too long either as they spotted a girl who seemed to be by herself walking through the packed nightclub. There was something very appealing about her... At that moment of spotting her, his drink was served and his attention had to reluctantly be turned away to pay for the drink. Once paid for he turned around and looked to the spot he had last seen her in but she wasn’t there. He slumped a little in his chair and reached for his beer. Taking another sip he began scanning for the girl until he finally found her once more standing the dance floor looking out to the sea of dancers, her body changing colours as lights changed which added a certain something about her.
Knowing the luck he’s had since he moved countries, Mika waited for a guy to show up by her side but no one did and she was alone before too. Maybe there was something good about this night afterall...
Even though she was alone, he frowned slightly. From where he was sitting he couldn’t get a good view of her. Mika wanted to be closer but he stayed in his seat and lowered his glass from his lips. She was close the dance floor right, so that meant she might be going to dance on it, right? A pleased smile came from that thought. So with that as his conclusion, as something he wouldn’t mind seeing, he sat up a little in his chair and leaned back a little keeping his eyes upon this girl he was now suddenly mesmerised in.
While watching American Football - "Helmets? Do they play on motorbikes or something?"
Re: Nightfall Works
The crowd continued to move and sway, each person at their own undaunted pace, oblivious of the feral lingering at the brink of their mob. Her forest shaded gaze lingered, entranced by the motion of the dancers, and oblivious to the brown eyes focused on her.
Her right hand moved to hang from her pocket absentmindedly as she paused at the border of the dance floor, brushing the inch or two of bare mid-drift where her shirt had crept up. It didn’t occur to her that that was her skin, the feeling of smooth, bare skin where her velvet-like fur should have been. Her ears should have been poking through her short hair, elongated and elflike, and a demonic shaped tail of swarthy blue should have been flicking behind her to the beat.
But they weren’t, and to the other occupants of the club she appeared perfectly human.
Spike had told her she was human, hadn’t he? She wasn’t sure, that was the night he had gotten her Vodka. But she was almost sure he had told her she was…though last time she checked most humans didn’t hunt down other people like prey, or at least not like she had.
The music slowed down to signal the end of the song that had been playing for the past few minutes, one she had never heard of. For a few seconds only voices, some quiet and intimate, and some louder and probably not so sober, rung up around her.
The figures around her took up the new beat of the song striking up, again unaware of the mutant as she stepped down into the crowd. The pace didn’t prove too difficult to move too, and she found that in a matter of seconds she was swaying and moving quickly just like all the other people without any difficulty. She had practiced with her own music, and had come to the club a few times before to watch the people dance, and try it out herself, but it was still new.
Her hips and torso moved from side to side, and at certain parts her whole form moved smoothly up and down, arms either around her sides or up above her head with the rest of the crowd. Her eyes slipped open and closed, glancing the figures of the people around her in a blur of light and color.
ooc: Sorry Loza for typos and whatnot, was in a bit of a hurry..X_<
..Unlock your heart, drop your guard.. you can't reject the whole world..
(ooc- I didn’t notice any, but it is me here… Aaanyway, you survived the cabin! Did you drive everyone crazy? And look, I got the post done now! Ya didn’t have to wait ‘till tomorrow for it!)
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Although the mysterious girl hadn’t moved an inch as the last song came to an end, as she stayed by the dance floor, Mika kept his eyes upon her. He wasn’t going to risk her walking off and out of his sight even though he had no control of her movements. The next song began, its beat not something of the potential football superstars’ taste but this was not the local pub he went to after training and big matches, although it was against the rules, which had live music at night. This music was common of nightclubs, Mika knew that, after all this wasn’t his first time in one but it still felt different.
His eyes followed as the girl stepped onto the dance floor, a slight tug of his lips indicated some sort of happiness as he did so. He had completely forgotten about Ashleigh since he noticed this girl, until now. She would surely not be pleased with him eyeing another girl but, really, what was the worst she could do to him? Say that their night was over? Now that would be improving things! However, Mika knew that girls cause much more trouble than that, even when they don’t look capable of it, as he had learned the hard way.
Some other dancers moved a little to their right and got in the way of Mika’s view of the girl. A frown instantly forming as he moved around a little in his chair in hopes of being able to see her but it was no use. He was already too far from her to see her properly, the other people were only telling him that it was time to forget about the girl or move. Moving was clearly the better option.
He turned his head into the direction of the ladies bathroom, the door opened but two other girls walked out. His eyes followed a pathway that Ashleigh and her friend might take back to him but he couldn’t see them, so that only meant one thing, they were still in there. A cheeky smirk stole the frown from his lips as he took one last sip of his beer, placed it on the bar and got up, not bothering to finish what was left in the glass.
It was best that he move now, getting caught by his ‘date’ for the night wouldn’t turn out pretty so if he just left he wouldn’t have to bother with her for the time being. It wasn’t as if he liked taking the easy way out but if he wasted time talking to Ashleigh the girl he was actually interested in might move or worse, leave. Yet as he was still staying in the club chances were they might bump into each other, but it was a risk he was willing to take.
Mika began making his way further from the bar and closer to the dance floor, brushing and pushing past people. The thought of apologising for pushing them hadn’t crossed his mind. He was a man on a mission. Besides, he wasn’t quite into the whole ‘I’m sorry’ thing anyway.
Finally, he had reached the dance floor, but didn’t dare to take a step onto it. Carefully he moved around it until he reached the side where he could see the unknown girl who has had the most of his attention out of all the girls he had met in the US so far, and she didn’t even know it.
That didn’t bother him however, he was closer and could get a better look at her. His eyes wandered over the dancing figure. Everyone else was a blur to him. Insignificant. There was something about her, something from her blondish brown hair to the way her body, her hips moved from side to side in the beat of the music. There was always something special about a girl when he was interested in them. This was no different apart from the fact that this girl was not any of the previous ones he had seen. The girls of the past were exactly that, the past. They meant nothing to him anymore. They were nothing and the dancing girl, who his eyes were yet to pull away from, seemed to be everything.
While watching American Football - "Helmets? Do they play on motorbikes or something?"
Re: Nightfall Worksooc: --; This post is a result of writers block. *throws things at people*
The sea of light and sound was blinding, deafening, mind numbing…it was perfect. Her eyes continued to slide open and closed, getting but glances of her surroundings, none of what she glanced holding her gaze or thoughts for long. In all the noise and movement she had no chance to be paranoid, no opportunity to flinch and snarl at every little sound that startled her. She couldn’t get lost in thoughts of the past, because the present was blaring around her. The close past, present, and future seemed all the same, color and music, a bright, dreamlike blur of energy.
Her body had slowly turned back to face the outside of the dance floor, her eyes flickered shut momentarily before gazing out again, this time away from the crowd. Her jade gaze peered out from behind the short brown hair that had strewn lightly over her face, met unexpectedly with the sight of a still figure…staring back.
She kept dancing, but moved less and kept her head relatively still so that her gaze wouldn’t be jerked away. Silk strands of hair and people moving past continued to obscured her view, but after a few seconds she had gotten a better look at the mystery brown eyes, who from what she could tell was not at all lacking in the looks department.
A slight nervousness flickered momentarily inside of her, mixed with pleased surprise at the attention, eyes trying to take in all at once the details of his figure. A confident smile curved her lips as she gazed back, her features coming more to life with a playful expression…
(ooc- Ouch! Throwing knives can hurt people ya know! *Waves fist* Now, let’s see if we can get some talking involved in this… *begins tying up post*)
Still, his eyes hadn’t wandered off from the dancing mystery, apart from when people walked past where his eyes would narrow slightly in annoyance before returning to normal once they had passed. He was mesmerised by her movements. It was almost poetic, well as poetic as movements like that with the beat of nightclub music can be.
Continuing to watch every flicker of her hips, every wave of her arms it took him some time to notice that the girl had completely turned around. Her body facing him. Her gaze finding his. Now if he were a shy kind of guy he would have gone all red and looked quickly away, but Mika was no such man. Instead, he kept his eyes upon her, not shying away from allowing his eyes to lower from her face and over her body, not that he hadn’t done that enough already.
As his brown eyes returned to the girls face, a playful look came across her features starting from a simple smile that seemed to light up her face. It was teasing yet tempting at the same time. Tempting him to move over to the girl and teasing him for not already being there.
The smile had told him more than enough. He couldn’t just stand there and watch her the whole night, after all, it had taken him over two months to find this girl. Could he really let her walk away?
A charming smile was returned to her before he took a step forward before people could walk in front of his wonderful view and block her from him. More steps followed and soon enough his feet had landed upon the dance floor, he wasn’t that much of a dancer but he knew enough to not look like a fool in front of everyone, and more importantly his new found attraction.
After the following confident strides, Mika stood right before her. Smile still on his face, adding to the rather handsome features he already has. He wasn’t vain, but Mika knew that he wasn’t an ugly guy and the fact that he also played football also helped to get girls since he had built up a good physique that suited his style of football perfectly. Though not many people here would care much about a guy who plays under 18’s Aussie Rules. However, his build remained with him, hidden underneath his grey shirt that was covered in black patterns, though his the sleeves did not completely cover the whole of his upper arms allowing him to show off what he had been working so hard on to enable him to play to his full potential.
"Guess you caught me," he said, referring to this girl before him seeing Mika watch, no, more like stare as she danced away.
Now that he was closer, he looked over the pretty features the girls face held, yet she was still so different to all the other good looking girls he had previously met.
"Normally that doesn't happen you know," he stated matter-of-factly, yet there was no seriousness intended in his words. His accent sounded through in his words. It was something he didn’t even realise he had until he had moved countries. All the same, it stood out from the other males’ voices from surrounding people. "Because us dance scouts are very good at being secretive when we find a good dancer," he added playfully. This girl had had his attention for longer than she knew, now it was time for the tables to be turned.
While watching American Football - "Helmets? Do they play on motorbikes or something?"
Re: Nightfall Works
She watched the stranger with the same playful smile, turning more curious as his eyes shamelessly flickered down from her face over her figure. She knew what he could see, a fairly slim form, one that had almost become too slim during her homeless, starving time on the streets, but Spike had been very pressing in that she ate enough now, and she had filled back out just like before, strong legs and arms for prowling, holding much hidden power for their still feminine appearance.
Her dancing was a bit mellower now, still swaying with the music but not all out dancing. His brown eyes flickered back to meet her emerald, and she let the taunting smile remain, taunting him for letting her catch his eyes on her.
A charming smile illuminated his features as he began to take paces towards her, causing a small hint of joy to enter her expression. She watch his body language observantly, confidence apparent in the very way he held himself, tall, but not pompous.
He stepped right up in front of her, her swaying coming to a smooth halt to stand before him in turn, eyes caught on the smile that only added to his handsome appearance. Her gaze remained fixed on his features, though she had to look up a ways, but she had already caught enough of the rest of him to know he had a well earned physique, making for an all around damn good looking guy,
“Guess you caught me. Normally that doesn’t happen you know,”
And it was appearing that he had a personality to match, this may be her night after all.
A bit of teasing mischief slipped into her expression, curving her smile into almost a slight smirk. At this distance she knew he would be able to see her much more clearly, but there would be no shying away from his gaze. She had never really thought too much of her features, and it wasn’t as if she had really been able to look at herself straight in the mirror since the recent incident with Willow, but she knew her face well all the same. Not too sharp, but not at all dull, her eyes very much the bright focal point, especially with their black lining. Though mischief and amiability shone through her gaze, there was a secretive tainting that did not often exist in the carefree young.
His posture and words held even more apparently now a self-assured attitude that most girls found so very irresistible, when in measure as his seemed to be.
"Because us dance scouts are very good at being secretive when we find a good dancer,”
He threw in the last bit playfully, causing Arisa’s to let out a little praising laugh in response, features lit up brightly with the same mischievous, now rather delighted, smile.
“Oh but of course,"
She shot him a teasing wink, turning her head to look at him slightly sideways through a bit of renegade brown hair; her own voice striking up over the music, soft enough to not shout, but loud enough to be heard without strain,
“But I wonder…”
She let a mock expression of contemplation flicker over her, pretending to look him over carefully…well, she wasn’t exactly pretending, this was a good opportunity to do just that, but he could think she was pretending if he liked…dang, nice arms…
“It takes a good dancer to know one, aye?”
She let herself look at him from a slight angle again, her features still gently obscured by the short strands of hair. This was a clear invitation for him to dance with her, but her body language made clear she was not exactly won over yet, but he was off to a good start…
A strand of thought strayed off to Arlen, though she showed no sign of her mind wandering that Mika would be able to pick up. She had told Arlen she wasn’t ready to be with him, he was looking for life long commitment, which for them was significantly long, while she was still a teenager, and still need time to test out other boyfriends that would be impermanent. Arisa and her mer-prince had a few thousand year gap between them, and she would have some catching up to do before she promised anything like eternal love.
She attempted to dismissed the thought, still smiling exactly the same, and ignoring the slight guilt in her gut. He couldn’t expect her to make promises she couldn’t keep? The last of her guilt vanished at the thought of him staring at her blankly, without a care. What did he mind who she danced with? Once he would have cared, but now it didn’t appear it would matter to him if the entire human population danced with her.
But even so, if she was to ever love him, truly, she had to know what she was getting into. She had to choose him, just like he chose her, and how was she too do that if she didn’t know what she was picking from? Hell, she was thinking like she was going to be Arlen’s beloved again in a few years, when right now she couldn’t even get him into a decent conversation…but she would never abandon him, he had her friendship, now and for all of eternity if he desired, she had made that clear.
The rest of her affections were for her to give as she wished…right?
Re: Nightfall Works“Oh but of course," the charming smile he had remained upon his face still, and grew ever so slightly upon hearing the girls voice.
“But I wonder…” A look of curiosity took over the features in his face, though a smile shone faintly through his look as the girl’s eyes wandered over him. He was more than pleased that he had her full attention now. And this attention was much better than what Ashleigh had been giving him.
“It takes a good dancer to know one, aye?” A playful yet pleased smirk that she proved a point. Yes, this attention was much, much more better. This girl had a personality. It only added to his initial liking towards her, there was something to this girl – more than meets the eye.
“That, it does,” he admitted with a nod as he spoke. Though, he more than knew that simple words weren’t going to get him much further with her. She had offered him to dance with her. That was they way he liked things. Getting what you want with ease was no fun. There was no way to chase after what you want. You just got it, right there in front of you. Quicker than the barman could place another glass of beer in front of you. No, you had to tempt fate a little, play around, work the rules. That was the way to enjoy the chase of attracting the other sex.
The song that was currently playing came to a quick and sudden end, very much like all of the nightclub music. It worked in perfectly. He didn’t have to begin dancing halfway through a song, not that he cared anyway. As long as he was able to keep the attention of... of... alright, he’d be sure to get to know her name by the end of the night at the very least.
Not even a second later the DJ begun the next song, a remix of some modern pop that he had made. It wasn’t too bad Mika found but he still preferred live and real music to this but he wasn’t to complain. This music was nightclub rules, along with the loudness of music and flashing coloured lights.
His brown eyes flickered around him for the shortest of moments. Some guys were dancing along with their girls, others were more like standing still while the girls danced all over the guys. He knew what that was like, he’d been to some wild parties in his eighteen years but those stories are best saved for another time.
Looking back, a smile quickly spread from his lips once more. A clear indication that he was going to take up the offer to dance. It would only be rude if he didn’t and rudeness was saved for that other girl he had come with. This girl was going to have his best manners.
“Just so you know, this isn’t my forte,” Mika informed knowingly as he began dancing to the music. In truth he didn’t really have a specialty, though some of the girls at his school had said that he was the best dancer at his school formal when the slow songs towards the end of the night begun.
(ooc- Bare with me here. You know I’m dancingly challenged! At least I can do the Macarena! That was such a cult in Primary how all the girls would go to the stage area and dance to that at recess and lunch!
Oh and my net is being veeeeery slow so I got impatient and decided to stay in this account while I posted today. And I just made a new Mika siggy too... *pouts* )
Re: Nightfall Works
(ooc: Blast it Loza, stop making me like Mika! (6) Arisa has to hate him later! And you know that if I like him, she’s gunna like him…so we’re both gunna like him and then-…xD *waggles finger accusingly*)
“That, it does,” The stranger’s good-natured tone struck up above the dying music, his handsome head bobbing gently in a nod, the feral’s own head tilted up to look directly into the features of the much taller human. Her short brown locks fell completely back from her face, leaving the amusement and amiability in her gaze to shine through, the darkly lined orbs glinting strange shades in the flickering, colored lights. Even with his still-standing form before her she hadn’t stopped swaying ever-so slightly to the rhythm, it wasn’t like standing in a crowd of people in the street and swaying, that made you the odd one out, but now as everyone in the room moved continuously around them, it seemed unnatural not to move. This was one of the reasons it was a million times more fun to dance in a crowd then standing alone with your partner, nothing could compare to the constantly shifting mob that pulsed with the beat itself.
As her new acquaintance’s eyes flickered off to glance around at the other occupants, her own eyes remained fixed on his own features and expression. His eyes were slightly distant as they brushed over the crowd, observation mixed with thoughts of other places and times. His face was clean and pure of worried lines, now or marks of them from the passed. Though he was obviously young, some younger than him already had marks from stress, but from what she could tell in his posture and health, it seemed as if he had thus far led at least a decent lifestyle. Sadness and pain led inevitably to at least slight sickness, she knew this first hand. During her days on the streets, after the nights she had faced her nightmares incarnate, if it hadn’t been for her incredible healing abilities she probably would have suffered much more than just the intense weight-loss and weakened fatigue. One’s mental state led to much more than just the way they thought, it effected all of their body, their sleeping, their very breathing. While Arisa had spent time left alone with her ever-maddening thoughts, her breath had almost always been in some way forced, or abnormal in pace, and she was never really sure when she was awake or asleep, memories blurred with nightmares, and nightmares blurred with conscious thoughts.
But now as she stood with a mild confidence, mixed with an even amount of pleasant friendliness expressed in a waiting smile, no one would have guessed that she had ever been in that sort of mental state. But others were usually not as good at hiding such past experiences. So his gaze fixing back onto hers and a smile taking curve of his lips showed that the likeliness said his life had been, and probably still was, not too shabby.
“Just so you know, this isn’t my forte,” She dipped her head in the slightest bit of acknowledgement towards his statement, her smile growing slightly wider as he started moving to the beat of a new song as it took hold of both their figures. She allowed her eyes free reign to travel curiously over his movements as she moved on her own, hips again bumping left to right with the quick rhythm, arms moving smoothly around her shifting torso.
As the song played through, she moved her whole form very slightly across the dance floor, moving back away from him a bit, before taking a few steps closer again. Not close enough to be startling, nor far enough to be distant, the same reserved smile dancing over her features.
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