Pass the Mic

[Nox]

Sara took Nox's beer and he only hesitated a moment. He wasn't positive but he was pretty sure she thought something was off about the beer. But she couldn't know what? Could she? Before he could wonder more Ivan was off and Sara had him on the dance floor. Or what was their makeshift one anyway. As she'd pulled him towards the location they ended up Nox shed his hoodie on their bench left with his watered down beer. At least that was what was left of it after he'd finished half before filling with water.

She seemed impressed that he could watlz. Though Nox wished he could hear the thoughts of others, he had to look a sight, waltzing with a pretty girl in that velvety red dress, and him in jeans and dark grey t-shirt that read "Powered by Coffee". But it didn't matter, he could tango if she wanted. Or anything else for that matter.

Sara asked Nox a question pulling him from his imminent memories. Sex on legs... Catnip... Nox could only grin at the words she chose. She either wanted a good tip or there was more to it. It didn't matter. Her fingers against his face were only causing mix signals for him. If she weren't sent here, he'd have one of two options - she was into him, or she was a hooker looking for a John. One he'd go with the second was a no since he didn't need to pay for sex. It was easy enough to find. But this woman was working - not a hooker - but not really into him. And Ivan only thought he knew what Nox needed. The man barely even knew what was going on in his life.

But the question made Nox smile - it was a fake smile even as he added the false humor to the truth of his words. It was a joke in a cosmic way, but it was reality. "I'm on the run from a cult that wants to kill me now, taking a few moments to help out Ivan." Among others, but Nox didn't add that. "And dance with pretty girls." Nox took the moment to change up the dance a little pulling Sara closer and dipping her deeper, bringing his lips close to her but not kissing her as he pulled her back up and licked his own lips then spun her twice. He missed dancing. It was always a happy place - even if Aria made fun of it...

And at the thought of his lost friend the shadows of his memories in floated again hiding the light of the moment. Nox absently said, "I might need that second beer after all." He could see the reason his father drowned himself in harder things. But he wasn't his father... and sex was far more fun - if only it were as easy as buying a drink...There was no charm in buying beer, but to seduce a girl... that was different and something far from his head at the moment. Fuck!