Kennedy and Tiar | Dance Floor (1030pm)
"Trying to be macho?" Tiar spocked a brow as he watched Kennedy try to be all sassy and shit when she could barely stand upright. As she kept blathering on in her drunkenness, Tiar just nodded and counted down the seconds until her mouth discontinued to run. When she finally took a moment to breathe Tiar muttered, "And whose problem should it be? Your non-existant boyfriends? If you don't want it to be someone elses issue, don't get yourself stupid drunk."
Okay, so maybe he was schooling her a little harshly, but he wasn't doing so to gain points with her or some shit like that. If Os or Cy found out she'd gotten like this and Tiar had allowed something bad to happen to her, they'd kick his ass. The Finnigan men didn't believe in taking advantage of girls, because if someone did the same to Etty and no one helped her...Well, there'd be a few people dead. As an afterthought, Tiar added, "And if you keep rolling your eyes at me like that, they're gonna roll right out of your head."
The taller boy noticed that her sway was slowing down and the look on her face began to seem a little far away. She tried to adjust her stance on her own, but was off kilter so Tiar merely adjusted with her and kept his hand around her waist as support. When she pouted, and asked about dancing, he laughed aloud. "How about we make a deal, okay? We get you some water, maybe a snack, we sit down for a little while and once you're not so light-headed, you can dance the rest of the night away. Sound good?"