What Not to Do (Kallisti)

[Oriena]

One heel and then the other slipped from her feet. Oriena rolled the cold glass along her bottom lip and smirked, watching for a moment before her attention turned to the stage. He seemed like he was on something, though whatever it was, he was very clearly enjoying himself. She thought about asking what it was; the first vodka went down her throat smooth, but Ezekiel’s buzz had long since lapsed. For now though Ori only idled at the flourishes Nox had asked her to perform. The soft breeze on stage was not difficult, and nor did it take much of her focus. Naturally, she added her own embellishment, just for the amusement of Nox's reaction. He styled it seamlessly, but she laughed anyway as she refilled her glass.

Her gaze only shifted when Aiden leaned over. He’d seemed mildly irritated with her provocation, and she expected something mildly boring to come out of his mouth. By the fact his boyfriend’s hand still rested inside his thigh she’d made some presumptive guesses as to why he hadn’t simply swiped her legs away. But what he said prompted throaty laughter instead.

“Bad things, I hope.”