When the blond woman admitted that her companion had not been a girlfriend, James just laughed, easing her lips back toward the kiss and finding that it tasted of sweet lemons, and maybe vodka. "Good," her murmur was swallowed up between them, amused and playful. Not that James had ever had a problem with dismissing girlfriends, or boyfriends for that matter, entirely.. but it made things easier when they weren't to be considered at all.
The kissing progressed, and without ever exchanging names, the two danced for a surprising quartet of songs. And only then, finally, after she'd been tasting the girl for some twenty minutes, did James release her. The dark glow of her eyes still behind that mask, not that Hannah would have had any real reason to recognize her anyway. James ran a hand down the front of the woman's body, more curious than possessive, as she leaned in for a new whisper, "Thanks for the dance.."
Then, she was gone. A flicker of gold and chocolate, slipping between beams of club lights and the gyrations of new dancers to be explored.