Re: Kennedy and Tiar | Dance Floor (1030pm)
Being Kennedy, drunk or not, she couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes at his words. In fact, since she was drunk, she didn't really think about how it might be taken that she was rolling her eyes at her savior. "Don't go trying to get all macho on me," she said, placing a hand on a slender hip. "I didn't mean it in the 'I don't need to be saved way." Kennedy paused, considering. "I mean I don't, but I just mean it didn't have to be your problem." It was really hard to be sassy when her head was floating the way it was, and even harder when Tiar was looking down at her as he kept her upright.
Goddess, why were the hot ones always a pain in the ass?
"But no, I don't really want any grabby hands on my ass uninvited," Kennedy said, finally addressing his retort. The dancing she'd been doing had slowed to a gentle sway of hips, and her head was light as she tried to keep herself steady. Luckily, Tiar's arms helped her stay on her feet when she started to lose her balance a few minutes later. The world seemed to shift as she tried to get her bearings, and she pouted at his suggestion.