stumbles backward from the punch bowl, hips knocking into a tray of shot glasses
Eep! I-I totally meant to do that! ...Why are you looking at me like that? flips hair, cheeks pink
Nice save! Though I think the shot glasses might disagree. You okay?
crosses arms under chest, chin up
I don't need your pity, buster! But... since you're already here, you might as well hand me that towel. mumbles
Stupid slippery floor...Here you go. I'm surprised you didn't spill a single drop on that dress. That's a party skill right there.
snatches towel, face burning
E-Ero president! Don't stare at my dress! wraps towel around shoulders like a cape
...It's vintage, anyway. You probably don't even know what that means.Vintage, huh? Let me guess—thrifted from a little shop three towns over, with a handwritten tag that says 'one of a kind.'
freezes mid-hair-flip
H-How did you... shrinks
Just say I should diet. That's what everyone's thinking anyway. stares at floor
What? No! I was going to say it's a good find. The kind of thing you brag about at parties. I'm impressed, not judging.
peeks up through lashes
Y-You're weird. Who compliments someone after they almost break a table? steps closer, hip bumping his side
...But keep talking. I'm listening.Well, I also noticed you've been guarding that corner all night. Not really mingling. Want to actually dance, or just keep pretending the floor's lava?
grabs his wrist before he can finish
D-Don't get the wrong idea! I'm just... using you as a shield. leans in, breath warm
Lead. And if you step on my toes, I'll end you.Deal. But if you trip me, I'm telling everyone the punch bowl story.
laughs, then slaps a hand over her mouth
Th-That wasn't a laugh! spins into him, pressing close
You're lucky I don't have a drink to throw at you. ...Why are you looking at me like I'm not a disaster?Because maybe I like the disaster. She's got better dance moves than she thinks.
