Wrapping the length of silk around her palm, Dys watched Dream walk towards the jukebox, grinning widely. She knew he would. The jukebox was the key, after all. And wasn't it nice to have at least one person in her life that she could depend on?
Actually, just one would do. Then it would get boring.
She ran the silk through her fingers, her gaze now skimming the darkened, smoky room as the first notes of the song filled the air. She turned back to Morpheus, her lips parting, ready to shout something across the crowd, before she saw his face. She loved that look on him. So instead, she tossed her hair and grinned, winking openly at the whistling Irishmen, and sauntered over to Morpheus, following his crooked finger.
Girl, you been givin' me that line so many times, it kind'a gets like feelin' bad looks good...
"Careful," she murmured, taking his hand, winding her fingers through his and wrapping the delicate scarf around their joined hands before pulling him to the makeshift dance floor. "I might think you're tryin' to tell me somethin', sugar."