STARR & LEIF | THE DANCE FLOOR (10PM, OPEN)
Starr wasn't an expert on boys or dating or anything like that, despite the fact that she was very attractive, but it wasn't something she was aware of on an everyday basis. Usually when someone was flirting with her, it went over her head. She was pretty sure Leif was into her, but it could also have been the alcohol and the atmosphere making her feel those romantic feelings more acutely or blowing them out of proportion. But she was pretty sure that his eyes flicking between her eyes and her lips was a signal that he wanted to kiss her. And she wanted him to kiss her, but she had no idea what to do about that.
When he looked confused about her pointing out the girl, she was amused. And then he continued to explain, which didn't exactly make it any clearer. And as her own confusion showed, he finally explained it was his twin sister and she laughed loudly.
"Well that's a much better answer then girlfriend or ex-girlfriend," she assured him with a smile on her lips. Lips he was blatantly staring at. And as he teased her back, she shook her head. "I have older brothers, but they don't particularly care what I do as long as I don't get pregnant."
The blonde fae was still smiling at him as they danced, but she was hardly listening to the music anymore, and they weren't dancing as in sync with the music anymore, as they seemed to just stare at each other. Well, at each other's lips. He was going to kiss her. Starr had that clear thought and then she panicked. If he kissed her, then what? He was a famous Olympic snowboarder, with medals and money and he was gorgeous. Girls threw themselves at him, she'd seen it. But she also could feel this thing between them.
"Let's get another drink," she blurted out, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the bar.