[Crackplot] Teen Ager Spring Dance! Woo!

[genial_umbrella]

Genevieve has been plotting with her friends - and talking them into doing things. The best part was when Warren said he would make snacks, and she had thrown her arms around his neck and kissed him in impetuous gratitude. Part of her was hoping for a chance to dance with him, at one point or other - to make up for their false start at that

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[fckingperfect]

Natalie may be a year away from turning eighteen, but that still makes her a teenager, so. She's currently by the food table, nomming an egg roll delicately.

[iwalkindreams]

He /tried/ to stay away, to lurk in the shadows, to pick at some food here and there or to chat with other people.

But he can't stay away from here -- her presence, there where he can sense it -- is drawing him like a magnet.

"You're here," he says quietly, suddenly at her shoulder.

[fckingperfect]

She turns to face him. "Oh, hey!"

[iwalkindreams]

"Funnily enough, I thought I was no longer a teen -- but somehow I seem to be here," he teases.

And without further ado, typist willing, he leans on to depose a quick kiss on Natalie's forehead.

(He's a gentleman, this one.)

[fckingperfect]

She grins. "Yeah, you look different. Still good to me, though."

[iwalkindreams]

"Really?" He cocks an eyebrow. "Indeed, I have longer hair if you care to run your fingers through it." He touches his ponytail playfully.

"I --." He leans over again, to whisper in her ear. "I can barely refrain from kissing you properly."

[fckingperfect]

Natalie laughs. "You can if you want--I mean, we could always...leave the party."

[iwalkindreams]

Adrian barks a curt laughter, surprised by her remark.

"We could. Damn me. We could."

He thinks a bit. "Let me have a drink. And finish your meal. I'll just stand and drink here by your side, like a polite suitor."

[fckingperfect]

She nods, taking another bite of the roll. "Okay, cool."

[iwalkindreams]

Adrian leans against the table, uncorking a second bottle of beer. He looks lost in thought for a while.

"Natalie?" He considers the music. "Would you like to dance?"

"It's not my favourite, but we could wait for something we can both -- move to."

[fckingperfect]

"...I'm. I guess? I'm not really a dancer, though."

[iwalkindreams]

"I think that, with this music, no one is." Adrian looks skeptical. "But I'm using any pretext to get closer to you. Like, physically closer."

[fckingperfect]

She blushes. "Well...like I said. We could leave."

[iwalkindreams]

[Typist is amused by how well the icon fits!]

"Let's -- stay for a dance." He looks her in the eyes, his own a bit darker than usual. Something inside him stirs again.

This girl.

[fckingperfect]

"Okay. But I'm warning you, I don't really dance. So."

[iwalkindreams]

"This is where my compulsory dance lessons poke in," muses Adrian. Leaving his beer on the table, only half-drunk, he takes her hand.

It's a slow dance, and to this, he feels up to.

"Dance with me?"