Cian (thebettingsort) wrote in emillion, |
She had watched him dance with Ash in minor amusement from her seat next to Norwood. In all truth she had been shocked he would’ve shown at all. As soon as the two were done, she smiled at the guests the couple was attending, bidding apologies for the sudden departure. Walking across the ballroom, she tapped the Gambler on the shoulder, smug smile on her lips. “Dance with me.” He turned and said, “Well, if it isn’t the bride to be. You clean up so nicely, it’s not hard to believe you’re a rich lady now. But you’re still tiny -- and sorry, tiny, but I still don’t dance.” He grinned down at her. “But congrats on your catch. You make a nice couple. You with the elegance, him with the… twitching.” I can almost believe he’s rich and fancy too, he didn’t say. It was probably better not to mention that around all these people; most of them, obviously, didn’t know. Audrey had curtsied at his compliments as her smile grew. At his rejection, however, her pout grew. "He's nervous okay," she had gone slog with the front. Audrey had shot a glare in Ash's direction as though making a point. "So Ash gets a dance but the bride to be doesn't? That's almost offensive, Cian!" Slow music had begun playing. "C'mon. It's a slow song so you won't kill my feet," she flashed him a grin, hands reaching out towards him. “Watching me, are you?” he said. “Careful, tiny, the groom’ll get jealous.” He looked at her hands, still unconvinced, informed her, “she bribed me.” Actually, she had bullied him; close enough. “You going to do the same?” Her smile grew the closer she got. "Who knows, he might say good riddance," she whispered to him. "Cian, I'm the bride to be. You have to dance with me," she wasn't taking no for an answer as she reached for his hand and pulled him towards the dance floor. "Here. I'll teach you." He shook his head, but didn’t take his hand back when she tugged. He thought it would probably be prudent to dance with her -- to dance, in fact, with a handful of women so that no one stuck out in the memory of anyone who might be curious about his affairs (Sasaki might be around, after all, though he hadn’t seen him). “You’re going to owe me,” he warned her. “And I don’t need teaching.” However awkward their truce, Ash had taught him that much, at least. He put his hands where they were supposed to go, fully proper, and stepped forward. (He’d just have to make sure to step on her foot at least once before they were done -- to discourage future invitations.) |