03-08-2019, 12:23 PM
She didn’t think she’d been here before. Or maybe she had. The tunnel reminded her somewhat of the rushing flow of a river, though the thought soon slipped back under the waves, because she really did love this song. The club wasn’t empty, but most people were lounging by the bar or chatting in small clusters under the thump of the music. The dance floor was empty.
“Only if you need some dutch courage, duckling.” She grinned, laughing around the nickname he’d used at the cabaret. Tease lit her expression, though she didn’t think he’d need much coaxing; he was just being polite. Thalia couldn’t claim to be the most beautiful dancer, but she was free spirited in the expression. She twirled under his arm, singing the lyrics with the sort of careless abandon one usually saved for the bathroom. At least the ones she could remember. She wouldn’t force him to follow her to the dance floor, though. It didn’t much bother her if she was the only one up there.
“Only if you need some dutch courage, duckling.” She grinned, laughing around the nickname he’d used at the cabaret. Tease lit her expression, though she didn’t think he’d need much coaxing; he was just being polite. Thalia couldn’t claim to be the most beautiful dancer, but she was free spirited in the expression. She twirled under his arm, singing the lyrics with the sort of careless abandon one usually saved for the bathroom. At least the ones she could remember. She wouldn’t force him to follow her to the dance floor, though. It didn’t much bother her if she was the only one up there.