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Aug 11, 2008 22:32:53 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 11, 2008 22:32:53 GMT -5
He chuckled at her enthusiasm. She was possibly even more excited than he had been. "Even I know not to set you loose on the roads without instruction," he said, amused.
He stiffened, surprised, as she hugged him. He warmed a little beneath her hold, and then hoped she wouldn't notice the slight increase in temperature. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered. "Don't get used to it."
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Aug 12, 2008 0:05:10 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 12, 2008 0:05:10 GMT -5
Marie pulled away and stood up. "I cannot stand still." She declared. She could barely stand on her still wobbly legs, but she couldn't just sit there while all this exhilaration just died away. What a waste. It was late enough to not be a completely ridiculous time to go out, if a bit tame.
"I'm going dancing." She didn't really expect him to say yes, but she extended an invitation to him anyways. Just in case. Although she was okay going alone since no one she knew would be out this early, most likely, and there wasn't a chance she was going to go home now and sit around and do nothing.
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Aug 12, 2008 0:32:36 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 12, 2008 0:32:36 GMT -5
He blinked.
Dancing?
"I don't.... really dance," he said. Well, that was a lie. He and Zizzy tango/waltz'ed up a storm at the Masquerade, but that was different. That was like a game.
Usually when he felt pumped, he might go to the Faded, or bother Nellie, or... anything, really. But... dancing? And she probably only did old fashioned things where the couples barely touched hands the entire time.
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Aug 12, 2008 0:38:02 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 12, 2008 0:38:02 GMT -5
She looked and him and shrugged. What she dance like (now) was certainly not the 'barely touch hands' kind. "Too bad, ze 'ave a great D.J and ze drinks are good. But oh well. Not everyone can dance." Although at the club she was planning on, most people just kind of sway/writhed to the beat.
"I will go alone." She put on a little pout, but he was the one with the powers of persuasion, not her. "See you soon?"
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Aug 12, 2008 0:43:50 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 12, 2008 0:43:50 GMT -5
Whether she phrased her words as a challenge purposely or not, they still served their effect. The quickest way to get him to do something was to tell him he couldn't.
He sighed elaborately, as if she were forcing him to comply and he did not like it.
"I'm coming."
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Aug 12, 2008 1:02:13 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 12, 2008 1:02:13 GMT -5
Marie stared at him in naked shock. "Really?" She hadn't actually been expecting him to come along. She didn't think it'd be his scene really, imagining him more lurking at dive bars. But sure. "Magnifique!" She declared and looped her arm through his. "No one will steal ze bike in zis neighborhood." She assured him and then led him down the street.
The posher side of downtown wasn't far off from where she lived and the walk was doing her wonders for the saddle-sore feeling in her legs. It didn't take long to come to the club, which was a sleek building on the corner of a street. Music pulsed out onto the sidewalk every time the door opened and there was already a roped off line of people waiting for entrance.
But Marie flounced past them, winked at the bouncer and walked right in. Not only was she a social elite, but it didn't hurt having the Prince on your arm.
"Welcome to Rant." She said, close to his ear so he could hear her over the pounding loud music. "We get drinks, but zen we dance."
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Aug 12, 2008 1:42:00 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 12, 2008 1:42:00 GMT -5
His stomach did an odd dropping thing. A club.
He nodded mutely, following her to the bar. He ordered simple rum, and given the slightly desperate edge to his voice, the bartender returned only moments later with the drink. A long, healthy drag later, he said, "Okay." Not his scene (understatement), but he'd do it, because he said he would.
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Aug 12, 2008 1:52:10 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 12, 2008 1:52:10 GMT -5
Marie grinned at the expression on his face, sipping at her martini. She didn't finish it before a song she loved came on and she set it down on the bar. "Vien." She said, beckoning. But since she'd got him this far and he looked so uncomfortable, she'd be surprised if he actually joined her on the dance floor.
It didn't matter, in the throng of people there were no such thing as strangers. It didn't matter if you were alone. She danced just like anyone else, except perhaps with a touch more grace and decorum because old habits did die hard and she wasn't a fan of the more vulgar way people somtimes danced in clubs.
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Aug 12, 2008 20:42:55 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 12, 2008 20:42:55 GMT -5
Vien could have meant stay put for all he knew, but the curve of her hand as she gestured was message enough. He hesitated, watching silently as she moved onto the dance floor. He swallowed a mouthful of his drink, eyes trained on her dancing form, before standing to his feet. He reached her side and touched her waist once. Definitely, he wasn't used to the club atmosphere and way of dancing, but there was something intimate and private about being in a crowded space where no one cared about anyone else.
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Aug 12, 2008 21:06:49 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 12, 2008 21:06:49 GMT -5
Again, he surprised her. She turned, expecting a stranger she'd have to fend off and instead found Alexander, still looking uncomfortable. Offering him an encouraging smile, Marie lifted her arms above her head. She'd might've looked silly doing this all alone, but here there was an entire club's worth of people doing the same thing (relatively). She leaned in, whispering (loudly so he could hear) "Eet's not even dancing. Eet's easy! Just move your feet."
She didn't want to scare him off by mentioning his hips. Men didn't often like to admit they even had hips.
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Aug 12, 2008 21:19:45 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 12, 2008 21:19:45 GMT -5
He glanced down and tapped his foot. "I am," he said with a grin. "Alright, alright," he muttered, but with the loud music the only person that could hear was himself. He blew out a slow breath. If he harmonized his heartbeat with the beat of the music, it became easier to find his rhythmn, so to speak. If he closed his eyes and didn't move unless he felt it, it wasn't so bad. He dragged his eyes open, a slow smirk curling his lips. "I'm catching on," he told Marie.
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Aug 12, 2008 21:30:40 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 12, 2008 21:30:40 GMT -5
Marie laughed, but the sound was overwhelmed by the heavy pulse of the music. It took a while, but even her enthusiasm began to flag. She didn't give Alexander a choice, she grabbed his arm and pulled the both of them back to the bar, ordering them a fresh round of drinks (on the double).
"Eet's fun, right?" She asked, tired (finally) but happy. "Eet's fun!" She answered for him and twirled around on the stool to swoop up her second martini and face the dance floor again. "You did good. Kind of."
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Aug 12, 2008 21:45:33 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 12, 2008 21:45:33 GMT -5
He snorted. "Kind of."
He slumped in his seat, twirling the liquid of his drink in a slow circle. He stifled a yawn. "M'tired," he said, raising an eyebrow as she literally spun in her chair.
"And sure. Fun."
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