Re: Kennedy and Tiar | Dance Floor (1030pm)
Kennedy's expression turned into a frown, then a scowl, albeit a pretty one of both. It was a Martineau curse, never to truly look terrifying or intimidating when angry. "You're not very nice, you know that?" she said simply, crossing her arms. Of course that took away some of her balancing tools, but Tiar was still holding onto her. "I'm trying to say you didn't have to waste your obviously precious time saving someone you clearly can't stand, because I didn't want you to go out of your way, but obviously everything I say has to be met with insults about my love life and my drinking habits."
Pulling her arm away, which caused her to teeter a little, Kennedy attempted to regain her dignity from the stumble and hoped he didn't notice. "I appreciate your help, but. I can do without the attitude," she said with another pointed roll of her eyes. "I do have three sisters for scolding purposes, you know." He was totally ruining her buzz with this. "And just so we're clear, reminding me that nobody wants to get near the elemental freak is a really low blow." The pout had returned to her lips, but she tried to shake it off. She was here to have a good time, damn it.
Despite her momentary lapse in light-headed distractedness, Kennedy was still very much drunk. She brightened at the possibility of a snack, and more dancing, and fixed him with a stunning grin fit for any siren. "Fine, but only if you agree to stop being mean. And dance with me to make up for it."