There was no privacy to be had here, but intimacy in the middle of a dance floor was not such a strange occurrence for evening hangouts. The blond and James drew some attention, as women kissing in public could sometimes do, but the distraction was minor, at best. There was so much darkness, so many swarming lights, that people quickly returned to their dancing or their drinks. Pebbles in a stream, the party resumed all around them, if it had ever really lulled to begin with.
When the kiss was returned, as if there had been any doubt it would be, James found the woman's hip and pulled her a little closer. She lifted her eyes, and caught a glimpse of red hair somewhere on the outskirts, but realized that the girl's companion was no longer amongst them. The kiss wove dangerously south, taking up brief territory on the blond's jaw before skewing toward her ear with a whisper(that was more like a shout, considering the music).