Kennedy and Tiar | Dance Floor (1030pm)
"If I couldn't stand you, Kenny, I wouldn't have cared if that pervert felt you up." Which was totally untrue actually. Even if a girl was the shittiest human being, she didn't deserve to be assaulted. Tiar was just peeved this little maiden in distress couldn't appreciate the fact he'd helped her out of his own free will.
When Kennedy pulled her arm away, it was Tiarnach's turn to roll his eyes. Then he just reached right back out to take her arm again. Any second she was going to fall on that pert little ass of hers, and knowing her luck, break it. "None of your sisters are here right now, and I bet I'd have Lia's permission to take her place if needed." He pointedly met Kennedy's eyes and held them, "And I didn't say anything about you being a freak of any type or that no one wanted to be around you, so stop it."
The boy was well aware of how certain people were treating those exposed as what most assumed were simply old legends. People could be dicks, but such was life. Interestingly enough, as soon as the young man mentioned food, the visage before him went from scowl to beaming smile. And boy did it beam. Tiar began to lead Kennedy from the dance floor, weaving the two of them out of the mass of dancers. If you could really call some of them that. All the while he was nodding in agreement; just happy that she agreed to do as he asked. Until he realized part of the bargain was him dancing. "Oh no no no," he muttered, "There is no need for that type of punishment for anyone, Kenny. I mean, think of the other poor people just trying to dance."