09-26-2014, 05:26 PM
Bas raised an eye at red's- no, Alex's- comment. Well well well. She was a woman who knew what she wanted. He smiled at her and shook her hand. "Sebastian. Friends call me Bas,"
he said. Yep, this night had turned out all right.
He looked back at how the others were doing and was surprised- pleasantly- that Weasel boy had seemed to make some headway with blondie's girl. Good for him. Course, being weasel boy, it looked like he needed a bit of help. Well, he'd have to figure it out for himself. Nox could if he wanted to. Bas was content to let him learn from his successes and failures- just like the fighting. Nothing taught you what worked better than getting a punch in the face or kiss from a woman. And the kid was in the mix now. Whatever happened, he'd be getting an education.
Nox, on the other hand, clearly had no need. He knew what he was doing. He briefly felt the familiar indication that the man- it could only be Nox. He just knew it.- had seized the power and done something with it. He smiled.
Compatriots busy, he turned back to Alex. Sure, it seemed in the bag. But he knew how women were. What they said was not what you thought they said. Just because she seemed to be saying she was good to go did not mean she meant exactly that. Very likely, she was flirting and indicating a measure of interest. But that did not mean he could taker her to his place and seal the deal. It didn't work that way, usually. It was his job to feed that interest and keep that interest.
None of which he minded. She certainly seemed worth it. He enjoyed the chase and the conversation as much as the other. Well maybe not as much, but still quite a bit. Was always nice to meet someone and connect with them. He called it making friends. And Alex looked like a very nice friend to make.
He looked out again and saw that things had pretty much returned to normal. There were even a few out on the dance floor. The music had that familiar Afro-Caribbean beat. An idea occurred to him.
Without a word, he looked her in the eye with a slow smile, took her hand and led her to the dance floor where they began to salsa. She was a natural, of course. He'd met few women who weren't able to pick it up almost intuitively. And he'd been out with enough that he'd learned rather quickly.
Of course, the whole point was to move in rhythm to each other, two bodies mirroring and complementing each other in time and response to the music. In the end, it was all rather sensual in its foreshadowing of what would happen later. But it could and was enjoyable for its own sake.
He found that a sense of adventure and humor always helped. A bit of show off flair at a specific point, a complicated directing of her body, a mocking laugh or a fumble to let her know that you didn't take yourself so seriously all let her know that you enjoyed her company for what it was at that single moment, that she inspired you. To him, that was what dancing was, at its core. Even if they never went home together, he'd still enjoy this, because it fucking fun. Period.
He enjoyed this moment. And the next. And they continued to dance.
he said. Yep, this night had turned out all right.
He looked back at how the others were doing and was surprised- pleasantly- that Weasel boy had seemed to make some headway with blondie's girl. Good for him. Course, being weasel boy, it looked like he needed a bit of help. Well, he'd have to figure it out for himself. Nox could if he wanted to. Bas was content to let him learn from his successes and failures- just like the fighting. Nothing taught you what worked better than getting a punch in the face or kiss from a woman. And the kid was in the mix now. Whatever happened, he'd be getting an education.
Nox, on the other hand, clearly had no need. He knew what he was doing. He briefly felt the familiar indication that the man- it could only be Nox. He just knew it.- had seized the power and done something with it. He smiled.
Compatriots busy, he turned back to Alex. Sure, it seemed in the bag. But he knew how women were. What they said was not what you thought they said. Just because she seemed to be saying she was good to go did not mean she meant exactly that. Very likely, she was flirting and indicating a measure of interest. But that did not mean he could taker her to his place and seal the deal. It didn't work that way, usually. It was his job to feed that interest and keep that interest.
None of which he minded. She certainly seemed worth it. He enjoyed the chase and the conversation as much as the other. Well maybe not as much, but still quite a bit. Was always nice to meet someone and connect with them. He called it making friends. And Alex looked like a very nice friend to make.
He looked out again and saw that things had pretty much returned to normal. There were even a few out on the dance floor. The music had that familiar Afro-Caribbean beat. An idea occurred to him.
Without a word, he looked her in the eye with a slow smile, took her hand and led her to the dance floor where they began to salsa. She was a natural, of course. He'd met few women who weren't able to pick it up almost intuitively. And he'd been out with enough that he'd learned rather quickly.
Of course, the whole point was to move in rhythm to each other, two bodies mirroring and complementing each other in time and response to the music. In the end, it was all rather sensual in its foreshadowing of what would happen later. But it could and was enjoyable for its own sake.
He found that a sense of adventure and humor always helped. A bit of show off flair at a specific point, a complicated directing of her body, a mocking laugh or a fumble to let her know that you didn't take yourself so seriously all let her know that you enjoyed her company for what it was at that single moment, that she inspired you. To him, that was what dancing was, at its core. Even if they never went home together, he'd still enjoy this, because it fucking fun. Period.
He enjoyed this moment. And the next. And they continued to dance.