12-02-2023, 02:45 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-02-2023, 02:47 AM by Ezvin Marveet.)
The beat thumped around them. The dance crowd — no more than fifty or sixty people — pulsed to the rhythm of the music, a mix of deep bass and electronic sounds feeding the frenzy. Ezvin led them to the center of the floor, and surrounded almost shoulder to shoulder with people, he smiled in the shadows at his date and began to move to the rhythm.
As they danced, Jensen eventually found his liberation. The party, with its strobing lights and the collective vibe of the crowd, likely added to the inhibition. But it was Ezvin's guiding hand that was a steady presence on Jensen's waist, then shoulders, and eventually slipping his palm behind his neck really sparked his date alive. The dancing was less about intricate moves and more about enjoying the moment, about moving with the music, forgetting about everyone else, and seeing each other. Jensen, catching on to this, began to relax, and Ezvin felt it the moment he reciprocated. What a rush.
However, their dynamic changed abruptly. Jensen's expression shifted, and his dancing coming to an abrupt stop. Concerned, Ezvin paused just to witness Jensen cut through the crowd in departure.
Puzzled, and suddenly thrust out of this intimate moment together, Ezvin followed. When he caught up, he studied Jensen's obscenely beautiful face, trying to read the unsaid words behind his explanation. A thought crossed his mind, and he couldn't help but tease, hoping to lighten the mood.
"It's an ex, isn't it. Breaking hearts all over the city?" Quickly, he noticed the genuine discomfort in Jensen's expression and shifted to a more sincere tone. "Hey, listen, whoever it is, we'll stay clear of them, okay?"
Ezvin's gaze then drifted across the room, landing on a striking figure. "Speaking of people we recognize, do you see that over there?" He pointed towards Aiden Finnegan, the famous rock star from Blarney Stoned. Aiden was dressed in a crimson suit adorned with rubies on the shoulders, a bold statement of style.
“Damn! I am jealous of that suit. To be a rock-star, no? Let’s go say hi.” With a smug grin, Ezvin didn’t give Jensen the opportunity to reject the idea before leading him over.
They approached with all the laid-back air of the general party-atmosphere run-in. Ezvin was bold in the way he sought the rock-star’s eye, and complimented Aiden with the open palm of an offered handshake.
“I am a huge fan. Can I buy you a drink?” He glanced at Aiden’s date, a good looking guy, brooding in all the right ways. “As just a fan of course.” He added for good measure. Of course, stars in Ezvin’s eyes were all well and good, but Ezvin was also a song-writer. If Aiden ever played one of Ezvin’s songs, and it became a hit, he would finally feel like he made it. But first step was to meet the guy.
As they danced, Jensen eventually found his liberation. The party, with its strobing lights and the collective vibe of the crowd, likely added to the inhibition. But it was Ezvin's guiding hand that was a steady presence on Jensen's waist, then shoulders, and eventually slipping his palm behind his neck really sparked his date alive. The dancing was less about intricate moves and more about enjoying the moment, about moving with the music, forgetting about everyone else, and seeing each other. Jensen, catching on to this, began to relax, and Ezvin felt it the moment he reciprocated. What a rush.
However, their dynamic changed abruptly. Jensen's expression shifted, and his dancing coming to an abrupt stop. Concerned, Ezvin paused just to witness Jensen cut through the crowd in departure.
Puzzled, and suddenly thrust out of this intimate moment together, Ezvin followed. When he caught up, he studied Jensen's obscenely beautiful face, trying to read the unsaid words behind his explanation. A thought crossed his mind, and he couldn't help but tease, hoping to lighten the mood.
"It's an ex, isn't it. Breaking hearts all over the city?" Quickly, he noticed the genuine discomfort in Jensen's expression and shifted to a more sincere tone. "Hey, listen, whoever it is, we'll stay clear of them, okay?"
Ezvin's gaze then drifted across the room, landing on a striking figure. "Speaking of people we recognize, do you see that over there?" He pointed towards Aiden Finnegan, the famous rock star from Blarney Stoned. Aiden was dressed in a crimson suit adorned with rubies on the shoulders, a bold statement of style.
“Damn! I am jealous of that suit. To be a rock-star, no? Let’s go say hi.” With a smug grin, Ezvin didn’t give Jensen the opportunity to reject the idea before leading him over.
They approached with all the laid-back air of the general party-atmosphere run-in. Ezvin was bold in the way he sought the rock-star’s eye, and complimented Aiden with the open palm of an offered handshake.
“I am a huge fan. Can I buy you a drink?” He glanced at Aiden’s date, a good looking guy, brooding in all the right ways. “As just a fan of course.” He added for good measure. Of course, stars in Ezvin’s eyes were all well and good, but Ezvin was also a song-writer. If Aiden ever played one of Ezvin’s songs, and it became a hit, he would finally feel like he made it. But first step was to meet the guy.