i've got that glitter on my eyes [faye + kieran]

[Faye Stanley]

With that giggle, Faye was almost entirely sure that her friend was hooked; Faye, however, was not quite so subtle as Addie. She didn't chuck him a coy glance and a giggle - still dancing, although less energetically, she looked at him very boldly and openly, somewhat pushed on by the alcohol, and allowed him, after a minute, a smile that said very plainly she knew he was eyeing up her best mate. "I thought I was the grump!" Faye called back to her friend, breaking her gaze and rejoining Addie.

It was odd, really - it had to be the thrum of the music and the intoxicated people around her and the dancing and the swiftness in which she had downed her drinks that was causing the alcohol to start buzzing through her body so quickly. She could probably drink quite a bit more, and she'd certainly been drunker before, but it was just the right amount for the moment, the right amount for dancing in a ridiculously short and clingy dress, the sort that she rarely ever wore. Not because she was against people wearing clingy, short dresses, but because she was far too lazy to the vast majority of the time, preferring to be comfortable, and because she was nearly certain she didn't have the right body to fill one out.

"He's interested, all right. Got his gaze locked in on you," Faye informed her blithely, facing the guy again. She caught Addie deftly, helping her to balance, and rolled her eyes expressively at her friend, although she didn't really care. The fabulous thing about alcohol; you could dance and laugh and party with strangers and it didn't matter in the slightest if you were on your own. "I'm not two, I won't get lost," she cried. "Go, stick your tongue down a frog's throat, you loser."

[Addie Beaumont]

Addie nudged Faye with her shoulder, giggling under the mask of the music when she noticed the look her friend was giving the guy. "You are definitely the grump," she assured her. "I just have more license to judge muggle things, that's all. Also, don't scare him away!" She chanced another glance over to find the guy's attention focused back on his drink. A smile played on her lips as she surveyed him. He wasn't exactly her type, but he was still hot, and she was tipsy, so it was good enough for her.

She glanced back at Faye, her grin brightening. "All right, all right," she said, laughing and holding onto Faye in case she tripped again. It wouldn't do to be stumbling around while trying to impress a hot guy, after all. "You need to promise me you'll find your own frog, too," she said solemnly, trying to move around people on her way out of the dance floor. "Or else I'll feel majorly guilty, okay?"

Suddenly, the guy was only a few feet away. Addie ran a hand through her curls to make sure everything was perfect before turning back to Faye. "Wish me luck!" she said cheerfully over the music, before putting on her best smile and sauntering over to him.

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[ooc: and with this, i believe jane can crash this thread and we can get onto the good stuff aka faye/leo y/y??]

[Faye Stanley]

"Thanks, I take my title very seriously," Faye informed her friend. "So don't go try and steal it, alright?" Underneath the flashing lights, however, even a grump like her couldn't bring down the mood, and she threw herself back into dancing, hair falling over her face. She never did very much to her hair - generally she considered it an annoyance, and so she often just washed it and let it drip-dry and it would fashion into its own weird shape, and tonight was no exception. Glancing up again, she noticed her friend's attention still dead set on the guy. He was fit. No doubt about that. And Addie was horrendously good at pulling fit people - even though in Faye's opinion she'd pulled a few gross ones as well. Judging by Addie's expression, however - and the way the guy had been checking her out - there'd be no chance of her not getting a cheeky snog, at the very least.

"Yeah, yeah!" Faye cried over the music as Addie implored her to find her own frog, shaking off her mate's grip. Not in a particularly aggressive or annoyed way, but she didn't really fancy having someone balance against her. "Don't feel guilty, like I said, stick your tongue down that bloke's throat...anyways, I need a piss," she never would have said it quite so crudely if she hadn't been drinking. "I'm off to the loo. Might find a frog on your - my - " she grinned as she stumbled over the words, "Way back. Go on and get him - " she clocked that the guy had moved towards them, but a few feet away, and she began to draw back into the crowd of bodies, calling with a grin, "Never mind. I think he's coming to get you!"

And with that, she turned and began to wrestle her way through the dancers, occasionally throwing a half-reluctant flirty smile at someone or throwing out a dance move or two if someone approached her. She wriggled between two couples snogging as though their lives depending on it, knowing with a wry smile that Addie and that bloke would soon be joining them.

[Kieran Bass]

It was with a sarcastic smirk that Kieran surveyed the throng of bodies gyrating to the pulsing music, many a limb jerking around awkwardly. Kieran, as it was, did not dance. Well, he could; both classically, such as the waltz and other elegant dance styles, and otherwise, due to his spectacular co-ordination that various people over the years had no doubt envied, but Kieran preferred not to, especially in a setting such as this. He had no problem with clubs, and often enjoyed them, even dancing in them, provided he was accompanied by the right people; unfortunately, he was not. At least, not currently. He and Leo had come down together with the aim to hang out, knock back a few drinks and have some fun—though Kieran had suspected they'd end up gossiping about the antics of their siblings and, in Kieran's case, cousin Aggy—but somewhere along the way, Leo had disappeared.

Kieran was reasonably certain that the man had only knocked off to the bathroom, and likely only a few minutes ago, but lines for anything in a club were irritatingly long, and the minutes passed so much more slowly when one was as bored as Kieran was. He leaned back against the wall, raising an eyebrow at his surroundings in a way that could be misconstrued as judgemental, but was more accurately a form of sardonic amusement. He took a sip of his drink as he scanned the crowd, his eyes almost subconsciously resting on a pretty redhead dancing with a brunette who somehow managed to convey an air of detachment, despite his distance and her position in the crowd of gyrating idiots. He wasn't sure what had caught his eye—the club was full of attractive girls, and mainly easy ones at that, if he felt so inclined—but his eyes were drawn to the redhead and the longer he watched her, the more he felt he could not look away.

When her eyes met his, he raised an eyebrow at her and held her gaze, his lips tugging into a slow half-smile. He was suddenly hit by a similarity to Rosa—they both had the same wild sort of confidence in their eyes, the type that came with beauty and willingness to have a good time, provided respect was involved, which was something he'd always loved best about his friend—and instinctively shifted down the wall slightly, ending up closer to her than before.

He was taking another sip of his drink when he noticed the red in his peripheral vision increasing in size, and he languidly lifted his head, only to find the pretty redhead making her way closer though somewhere along the way she'd lost her friend; much like how Kieran had lost Leo, he reflected. Once she was close enough for them to hear each other without raising their voices to an indecent level of noise, Kieran looked down at her, grinning slightly. "Hey," he said by way of greeting, his cultured voice seemingly at odds with his casual words. "Pulled off an escape from the creepy gyrators in the crowd, I see," he continued, leaning down a little to ensure she could hear him.

[Addie Beaumont]

Addie braced a hand on the wall beam nearby to support herself and avoid getting knocked over by overly-enthusiastic dancers heading to the floor. It was too bad these heels were just too cute to waste and she had to wear them to the club. But at least she looked good. She glanced up at the guy with her best, most brilliant smile, combing her hands through her hair quickly to make sure her curls were still perfect.

He was cute, and had a good vocabulary to boot, she noted, impressed. "Indeed," she said, a little breathless from the dancing (and maybe slightly from his proximity), "Is that why you didn't deign to join us there?" she asked teasingly, reaching up to brush a stray curl from her face, which gave her the additional bonus of drawing his eyes to her lips.

"I'm Addie, by the way," she added, bouncing up on her feet a little so their faces were closer together and their words easier to hear. "Are you planning on just standing in the corner all night?"

[Kieran Bass]

Noting her breathlessness, his lips pulled into a half-smile. It was refreshing to see someone put themselves so into something that they were legitimately breathless; refreshing, and amusing. It was nice, though, because he hadn't been surrounded by such vibrance in a long time, other than when he was hanging out with Skye, who was a vibrant little angel.

"I haven't danced for awhile," he confessed, smirk playing at his lips. He was very good at dancing - rhythm and grace were practically hardwired into his brain - but unless he had reason to lose himself into the beat of the music, he didn't, and he'd avoided classical and ballroom dance for years.

"Kieran," he offered in response, leaning in slightly because he knew his voice was lower than hers and thus harder to hear in a club like this one. "And I was actually here with friend, I'll have you know," he replied, "but he seems to have lost himself on the way back from the bathroom." He grinned ruefully. "So unless I'm coaxed out, I may end up standing here for a while, as... unappetising of a prospect as that would be."

[Addie Beaumont]

"That sucks," Addie told him empathically in reply to him not having danced in a while, the alcohol in her system making her far more blunt than she was normally, though admittedly, she was pretty blunt already. Just not as much as Faye. And not as much as herself when drunk. Or tipsy. Whatever this state was, probably closer to tipsy as she felt perfectly coherent, just a little buzzed and a lot happy, but then, she was such a lightweight, it was a little hard to tell. Either way, she was having fun.

"Dancing is fun. My parents put me in so many dance classes when I was little, but I could never handle all the fancy-schmancy - " Here, she waved her hands to indicate some style of dancing that she found stuffy and boring, though she couldn't remember the name at the moment. "But this stuff, I like," she finished brightly.

"Kieran, that's a nice name," she said thoughtfully, mulling it over and looking him up and down as if to determine whether it fit him. Finding that it did, she looked back up at him with a smile. "Can't blame your friend, easy to get lost in here," she told him solemnly, nodding her head, curls bouncing. "I could use a break, though. Mind if I stand with you?"

[Kieran Bass]

He shrugged. "I haven't felt a need to lose myself into a beat in a long time," he found himself sharing, much to his surprise. While it was hardly the most revealing of confessions, Kieran was not one for sharing often, especially not with people he barely knew; though there was liberation to be found in it, he had to admit. It was hardly as if this girl who he'd never met before would know what he meant, anyway. He grinned disarmingly in an effort to detract from his words, following up with a cocked eyebrow at her tale about dance classes.

"When I was younger, I learnt all the classical ballroom dances," he informed her, assuming she was referring to one of them with her 'fancy=schmancy' hand movements. "They're hardly the most expressive of dances," he added, though he was thinking that it all depended on the partner. He'd seen waltzes that were equally captivating and unsettling to observe, purely because of all the emotion that rolled off the pair, and he'd seen dances that were rigid and ill-felt, which caused him many a groan, laugh and snarky comment with Astraia in the corner of such pointless events. Kieran nodded thoughtfully at her words. "Yeah, I guessed," he remarked wryly, thinking about the way she'd been moving to the music—so very much like Rosa, he thought. "I like that dance too," he said, "or at least, I like it well enough. It's distracting and instinctive," he noted with a shrug. Perfect for losing oneself in, really, if a tad primal.

"Thanks," he drawled, "my mother will be pleased that people approve." Kieran's lips tugged into an expression that was somewhere between concern and exasperation. "I totally could blame him," he corrected her, because Leo was perfectly able of quick movements and tracking of locations, though he supposed she wouldn't know that, "but I won't, because the lad really needs to have some fun, and I think he must've found some—he's a punctual person," he said, in order to explain his assumption. His eyes tracking the bounce of her curls, he nodded. "I'll allow it," he joked, his eyes laughing. He did not believe she required his 'permssion', per se—though it was nice that she asked—but he couldn't resist teasing her slightly. "I hope you feel special; I don't generally feel the urge to talk to just anyone." This was, of course, perfectly true. Despite Kieran's fairly large and somewhat oddball friend circle, he wasn't in the business of just striking up conversation with strangers. He was very comfortable just standing back and observing the crowd, often with a snarky comment flitting hrough his mind; one he would share with a friend had they been standing with him, but generally not to the populace at large.

[Addie Beaumont]

Addie tilted her head as he spoke, trying to observe his mannerisms as best she could while she had alcohol in her system. He seemed like he was putting on a show for her half the time, and the other half it seemed like he was being brutally sincere about what he was saying. It was hard to reconcile the two halves of what she was seeing and hearing, but she decided to just go with the flow -- she wasn't here to psycho-analyze him, after all.

"Hey, me, too," she said cheerfully, deciding to reply to his statement about learning classical ballroom dances. "I hated it, it was awful. Even though I wasn't too bad, but it was so boring." She made a face, thinking of all those long hours of learning classical dances and etiquette lessons and how to play the piano and violin. She was so glad she was a witch and didn't have to rely on those skills at all anymore. Life had a funny of working out. "This sort of dancing is way more fun, much less structured," she agreed with a nod.

"I'll take your word for it," she giggled, leaning back against the wall, her gaze darting around for a waiter who might be carrying something alcoholic -- she was starting to miss having a steady source of buzz, which probably wasn't good but oh well, she was young and at a club, so why not? "I do feel special," she assured him with a smile. "Who wouldn't, to be standing next to a classical ballroom dancer?" she teased, pitching her voice higher and more breathless to mock swoon at the idea.

[Kieran Bass]

The way she tilted her head caused her curls to fall to the side and frame her face in a way that changed it for him. He wasn't precisely sure why, but the new angle and the effect of those curls seemed to up the tempo of the dance around them... or was he just imagining things? His lips felt suddenly dry and involuntarily, his tongue darted out to wet them.

He blinked as she started talking - it was hard because the way her lips were moving was a little bit distracting, but he steeled himself and found himself pulled back into the conversation. "Exactly," he exclaimed. "I mean, I made some friends at events involving those dances but we bonded over the fact that we did not want to be there," he informed her. Having grown up being classically trained in nearly everything - piano, dancing, singing, latin... if it was something that could be used to show how glorious the bass family was, he'd probably been trained in it - his tastes were a veritable smorgasbord of everything from refined and artful to passion and the beat, such as what was going on around them. "Structure is for those who don't know how to let go," he said quietly, his lips curving into a slow smile as he looked at the throng of dancers.

Her giggle caught his attention and he watched as she leaned back, eyes darting around. Glancing behind him, he gestured to the waiter to bring them something; he wasn't sure what she wanted, but he hoped that whatever the waiter returned with would be adequate for both of them. Returning his gaze to her face, he smiled back at her, chuckling a little at her antics. There was something about the breathless timbre of her voice, the teasing glint in her eyes that made him step closer until they were lightly pressed against one another, his head tilting down towards hers. He thought she was hitting on him pretty clearly, but he still wanted to give her space in case she was not okay with this turn of events.

"Seeing as the same description applies to you, you should know that I'm equally honoured," he said softly with a grin but oh, he must have slightly miscalculated the height of her heels because as he said that, his lips brushed hers and it felt like a minor buzz. His breathing quickened. He stood there, searching her eyes, separating slightly so she could easily duck out from beneath him if he'd completely misread the situation, before gently brushing her lips with his again - this time, intentionally - to test out the waters.

[Addie Beaumont]

Even while tipsy, Addie was pretty sure she wasn't too bad at reading signals, and the ones Kieran was sending her weren't too terribly mixed at any rate. She shot him her brightest smile, watching as he ran his tongue over his lips, partly involuntarily but mostly not. He was really far too handsome in the blinking, glittering lights of the club, all flashing pinks and blues and golds and reds across his body. She wondered absently if Faye had had as much luck with boys in this club as she had had.

"I don't think even the people who throw those kinds of events want to be there," she grinned, feeling a little like she had lost track of what she was saying in the haze of alcohol and also a little like everything couldn't be clearer now that she was here with him. His smile was quite nice, too, she noted as his eyes wandered off, allowing her some room to breathe more evenly for a second. "Maybe it's not necessarily about not knowing, but about not wanting to lose control," she suggested, thinking of certain family members of hers. "Still, it doesn't seem like an important difference," she acknowledged with a smile as he gestured a random waiter over towards the two of them.

There was a moment where she wasn't sure if the combination of the music, lights, and alcohol had made her dizzy, or if he was actually stepping closer to her but -- oh, yes, he was definitely stepping closer and she was dizzy, but more from his proximity than anything else, except maybe the alcohol buzzing in her veins. She bit her lip as he spoke, her head instinctively angling upwards to meet his eyes and see the smile on his face when he looked at her.

"Well, I -- " she began to say, but was stopped by the sensation of his lips gently, almost accidentally (perhaps entirely accidentally) touching hers. Her words died in a sharp intake of breath, and the not-quite-a-kiss ended as quickly as it had begun, but he didn't move away, except slightly to give her more space. She thought this was awfully gentlemanly of him, and a smile came unbidden to her lips as she looked at him, staying right where she was as his lips met hers again, this time much less accidentally.

He was sweet, vaguely minty, and a very gentle kisser, though she was certain he had experience, just from the quiet confidence of his movements. She knew part of this was because she was tipsy -- she would hardly kiss a guy on the first meeting without really knowing him unless she was under the influence of alcohol -- but at the same time, she was hardly what one would call drunk, and anyway, he was nice and a good kisser, which was more than enough for her at the moment. Addie reached up in a spur-of-the-moment decisiveness and trailed her hands up his chest, sliding around his shoulders to give herself enough momentum so she could raise herself up and kiss him properly.

She opened her eyes for maybe half a second and the first thing she saw behind Kieran was -- god, her muggle ex-boyfriend from last summer. Great. What was his name again? Something stupid, like Braden, the non-tipsy part of her brain reminded her. And he had a girl with him, even better. Did she want him to see her making out with a hot guy, or did she want to avoid him forever? It hadn't exactly ended well, and though it'd been a year, she doubt he'd forgotten her. On the one hand, she looked great tonight, and Kieran was hot and into her. On the other hand, the girl on his arm was also hot (he didn't look that great though, but then again, she was biased), and she would quite honestly prefer to forget about him forever. Still. She was at a club. With a hot guy. Things could be worse, right?