"Like this," said Ellie, brushing her nose against his. "Goodbye!"
She stepped back to drain her glass, bouncing a little on her heels. Would it be a good idea to slow down? Maybe. Maybe it was time for a break -- all the lights were a bit too blurry already, and the disconnect between her mind and body was becoming more of a gulf.
Ellie stumbled a little, leaning in to hear Miah better. His voice was soft under so much music, but she could infer his words well enough: thanks, Lo. The sincerity had her beaming, free hand moving to adjust the ears atop her head. "Of coouuursee. You knew... You know I always think you're... Wow! The best."
Then he said something else, but it wasn't anything Ellie'd heard before. She thought at once that she'd imagined the words. Playing for you. Something. Was it in English? Maybe an undercurrent of vocals in the song blaring overhead; those were difficult to piece together, too, like everything. Ellie squinted at Miah through so many strange thoughts in her head, studying him -- because he didn't seem to have said anything -- and the longer she looked, the more she began to forget what she thought she'd heard. In the end she simply grinned, eyes glinting affectionately, and continued her endless dance.
"Life's not... Well, life is awful," she began to say, returning her hand to his. "But it isn't alwayyyyys."