09-18-2018, 07:28 PM
The immaculately clad woman is quick to remark, causing Breckin's amused expression to focus on the charming blonde. Not exactly the response she had been expecting either, watching slightly perplexed as the regal woman bows away from her dance partner in order to allow her a chance to participate. Breckin shoots a glance at the back of the already retreating lady, feeling somewhat helpless; she really hadn't meant to inadvertently cut in on their good time and dancing wasn't really the top of her priorities this evening. The time was drawing closer where she could comfortably slip away from the rapidly increasing raucousness of the still growing crowd, and opening her big mouth to the captivating duo might have just ruined her chances from effortlessly fading from participator to observer.
Unknowingly, she'd begun chewing lightly on her bottom lip, not really looking directly at the dark dressed man until he'd begun answering the question she'd nearly forgotten she'd asked. Subconciously, she had begun leaning closer towards him to make out the words inhibited by his choice in a fashion statement and the rising intensity of music. Raising the flat line of her mouth back into a grin, followed by an easy laugh, she regards him inquisitively through sparkling eyes. "Humble and a nice dresser," she quips, giving her hands over to where his wait in open invitation. While moving in closer, she trails her hands up his arms, where she rests her own comfortably around his neck. That same cherry tying mouth smirks playfully near his ear, "Consider me swooned."
Ever watchful, she notices how several of those around them slowly begin to shift their attention in the direction of where his former dance partner had gone, some going so far as to stand on their toes so as to get a better view. Pulling away slightly from her alluring partner, though not entirely letting go of him, her brows knit in consideration. It was too loud to know what was happening, but whatever was grabbing some of the party goers attention must have been promising. Experience told her that there was most likely someone showing off some sick moves, or possibly a fight. To be honest though, she couldn't be bothered to care. It was one of the points of the night--to see what a diverse body of people would do with false personas. The only bummer was that she couldn't see what was happening. Oh well, she had eyes and ears elsewhere. She would get the gist later.
Mystery man leans closer again offering a suggesting free them of the blasting sounds, and she gratefully takes the opportunity to firmly grasp his hand, pulling him behind her as she weaves between the staggering bodies with fluid grace. Knowing the layout of this place fairly well, she directs them to wear a curtain falls along the wall, sliding behind it and the hidden door with the unknown man in tow. It's a small outdoor patio, dimly lit and essentially abandoned at this time of night, save for the few decorative plants that line the walkways.
Exhaling, Breckin leans back against the exterior of the building, resting her head against the cool surface while closing her eyes momentarily. "So many fucking people." She'd said it absentmindedly, thankful to be away from the masses, even if only maybe temporarily--it would give her a chance to recollect herself. Why was her hand still warm? Right, maybe because she hadn't let go of his. Looking at their hands, then back up at those disturbingly sharp eyes that were impossibly bright still in what little light the night had to give--how could they seem so strikingly familiar? And another passing glance has her lingering along his neck again.
For some reason, she only smiles mischieviously before slowly releasing his hand at last, to brush a stray curl of hair away from her neck. Eyeing him in entirety, she raises a curious brow innocently, "You look like the type of person that has the kind of reputation I'd like to hear about." An innocent statement, an ice breaker maybe, a sentence that normally would be addressed by its recipient without much thought. But the enraptured woman dressed in crimson and black couldn't help herself and the words had passed through her red lips like silk--she knew exactly what she was doing.
@[Wolfbane] ;]
Unknowingly, she'd begun chewing lightly on her bottom lip, not really looking directly at the dark dressed man until he'd begun answering the question she'd nearly forgotten she'd asked. Subconciously, she had begun leaning closer towards him to make out the words inhibited by his choice in a fashion statement and the rising intensity of music. Raising the flat line of her mouth back into a grin, followed by an easy laugh, she regards him inquisitively through sparkling eyes. "Humble and a nice dresser," she quips, giving her hands over to where his wait in open invitation. While moving in closer, she trails her hands up his arms, where she rests her own comfortably around his neck. That same cherry tying mouth smirks playfully near his ear, "Consider me swooned."
Ever watchful, she notices how several of those around them slowly begin to shift their attention in the direction of where his former dance partner had gone, some going so far as to stand on their toes so as to get a better view. Pulling away slightly from her alluring partner, though not entirely letting go of him, her brows knit in consideration. It was too loud to know what was happening, but whatever was grabbing some of the party goers attention must have been promising. Experience told her that there was most likely someone showing off some sick moves, or possibly a fight. To be honest though, she couldn't be bothered to care. It was one of the points of the night--to see what a diverse body of people would do with false personas. The only bummer was that she couldn't see what was happening. Oh well, she had eyes and ears elsewhere. She would get the gist later.
Mystery man leans closer again offering a suggesting free them of the blasting sounds, and she gratefully takes the opportunity to firmly grasp his hand, pulling him behind her as she weaves between the staggering bodies with fluid grace. Knowing the layout of this place fairly well, she directs them to wear a curtain falls along the wall, sliding behind it and the hidden door with the unknown man in tow. It's a small outdoor patio, dimly lit and essentially abandoned at this time of night, save for the few decorative plants that line the walkways.
Exhaling, Breckin leans back against the exterior of the building, resting her head against the cool surface while closing her eyes momentarily. "So many fucking people." She'd said it absentmindedly, thankful to be away from the masses, even if only maybe temporarily--it would give her a chance to recollect herself. Why was her hand still warm? Right, maybe because she hadn't let go of his. Looking at their hands, then back up at those disturbingly sharp eyes that were impossibly bright still in what little light the night had to give--how could they seem so strikingly familiar? And another passing glance has her lingering along his neck again.
For some reason, she only smiles mischieviously before slowly releasing his hand at last, to brush a stray curl of hair away from her neck. Eyeing him in entirety, she raises a curious brow innocently, "You look like the type of person that has the kind of reputation I'd like to hear about." An innocent statement, an ice breaker maybe, a sentence that normally would be addressed by its recipient without much thought. But the enraptured woman dressed in crimson and black couldn't help herself and the words had passed through her red lips like silk--she knew exactly what she was doing.
@[Wolfbane] ;]