Re: 1st Floor: The Poles
The brunette was waiting for the blow that was sure to hurt like a bitch even with the amount of alcohol in her system and when it didn't come, her eyes blinked open to look up at him. He looked familiar and when her vision cleared she smiled when she recognized his face. Nothing else seemed to look like him but his face was unmistakable so she clung to him tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You came! I fell and you got me..." the words were coming from her mouth before fully forming in her mind and her voice was high and light like it belonged to a little girl. "I danced...and then I fell, are you mad? Don't be mad at me," her pout was audible as she finally let Emerson go to look at him, she added, "I got all...tangled." Her feet were right in front of her when she looked down, like she was confused as to why they looked fine now.
"Psh, that's easy!" waving her hand at the pole long after it made sense to answer his question. Her gaze narrowed as her hands went to his face and hair, "You look funny...sexy. You're always sexy but this is...wweeiirrddd." The brunette combed her fingers through his hair and mussed it as much as she could, "Mm. Better. I wanna go home, can we go? I'm...sore." Her face scrunched up in discomfort and distaste as she spoke, burying back into his arms with a sigh.