STARR & LEIF | THE DANCE FLOOR (10PM, OPEN)
"And here I thought I was getting to know you." Leif's accented voice came to her ear and Starr leaned against him more as he teased her that it wasn't fair to surprise a guy like that, and her blue eyes met his as she looked up at him, her head on his shoulder.
"A lady always has her secrets," she teased back. The blonde fae leaned in their lips a mere breathe apart. "It's a man's quest to find them all." Then she turned her face away as she moved with the low bass of the music, as her heart beat sped up with all the sensations running through her as she danced with the handsome snowboarder. As she raised her eyes up, she saw the blonde he had been hanging out with earlier, staring at them, her mouth agape. Starr glanced up at him again, over her shoulder.
"Is there a reason the beautiful blonde on the edge of the dance floor is staring at us? Should I worry you have a soft spot for blondes and she might kill me when we leave the dance floor?" There was a teasing tone in her voice, but the question was legit. Starr was a pacifist and she really didn't want to have to deal with a jealous ex or girlfriend or whatever the girl could be.
With a laugh, she spun back around to she was facing him as she cocked her head to the side and raised an elegant eyebrow at him, waiting for his answer, but not stopping the sensual way she moved against him, her hand on the back of his neck, their lower bodies pressed together.