Re: Kennedy and Tiar | Dance Floor (1030pm)
At the mention of his older brother, Kennedy sighed a little. She couldn't help it, she was drunk. "I would love a super stern talking to from Cy," she mused, imagining it in her head. Did he spank? She wasn't sure, but it would be fun to find out. Tiar's words drew her out of her naughty daydream, which was likely written all over her face, and she smirked. "I feel like that would be quite a fight." He might have been shorter than his brothers, but he didn't lack in muscle. It would be interesting. "Though you would deserve it for being mean," she added, sticking out her tongue a bit before her attention shifted. It was hard to focus when her head was spinning.
"Yeah, maybe I am," she returned, still turning those full lips down. "Got a problem?" She could see Tiar was smiling about something, but she wasn't in the right mindset to remember that she'd let it slip that she thought he was pretty. They continued to go back and forth as they moved through the crowd, and it was a wonder Kennedy didn't fall on her pretty face as distracted as she was. It was only his arm holding onto her and the fact that she didn't have time to overthink that got her through the throng without incident. "Maybe," she considered, tapping a finger on her chin thoughtfully. "Depends on how nice you actually are." She didn't think Tiar could be as bad a dancer as he said, but she wasn't in the mood to keep arguing. Not with food so close now.
As he moved to place the plate into her hands, Kennedy ignored the slight shiver she felt at his closeness to her ear in favor of him acting like she was an invalid. "I can get my own," she mumbled, trying her best glare as he moved behind her and helped her navigate the table. "Everything," she answered, eyes roaming over it all hungrily, not ashamed of her appetite.