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Genie de la Lune (wolfinboots) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Genie's smile widened a bit as she looked at the man, responding to the openness of his smile. Her rhythm swung until her movements matched his, hips moving in a way that made promises to anyone brave enough to take her up on it.

She didn't recognize him, not even a little, but that didn't mean much after how long she'd been gone from the mainstream wizarding world and how young she'd been at the time.

Her hand slid up his arm, and on up so her arm went around his neck. She danced closer to him, letting her body press against his as they moved. In her short heels - she'd learned long ago that men usually hated women taller than them, and at 5'9" she was already on the tall end - she was almost as tall as him. She breathed deep, sorting through the scents and focussing on his. Her eyes flitted up to his through her lashes flirtatiously. Her skin was warm - she ran just a bit warmer than most people, most weres did in her experience, especially closer to the moon - and she tilted her head invitingly.

She put her lips up next to his ear, breath warm. "Buy you a drink?" she offered as the music changed to a slightly different beat.