They were near the epicenter of the swirling vortex, the gravitational middle. James remained nearly still while dozens of people mingled and danced in her periphery. She saw the blond say something, but the word was lost between them. James tilted her head, and the glitter in her hair made the movement holographic. Sensing that the word had been something in the family of hello, the bare frame of her mouth was drawn into a simpering grin. Eyebrows hiked at the fall of copper-spun hair against blondie's shoulder as the redhead deposited a kiss to the woman's skin. The smile bubbled quickly into a laugh, and this time it was audible over a lulling moment of bass.
Then, with the playful abandon that this evening seemed to have imbibed in her, James stepped in close, and was tall enough in these heels to drop the masked line of her eyes over the blond's before she kissed her. She didn't press in close or run her hands over the stranger, and only their mouths touched. Still, that grin was in place, even as she ran her tongue between their union, as if this was some grand game she'd just invented, and she was pleased with it.