From the dance floor, her perception was skewed in colors of green and gold. Lights swirled from the ceiling like hail from UFO's. All around her echoed the laughter of debauched hedonists, it vibrated through the goldmine of her skin and left her laughing right along with them.
James had always been able to move well, having learned how to point her toes in ballet flats before she could so much as walk. But this was different, she was molten energy and the dancers in her immediate vicinity were transfixed to enough of a degree that it would have been unsettling if James had been more sober. It reminded her a little of being on stage; the customers with their wide, glassy eyes begging to buy her drinks or a new car, maybe get her a good deal on a home loan or free stock advice, anything, anything at all, what did she want?
When somebody stopped James to ask her name, the siren dropped that cheap gold mask over her eyes with a smile that said she'd never tell. And then it was back across the dance floor all over again.