Kennedy and Tiar | Dance Floor (1030pm)
Okay, he was going to try and wash his brain of the visual that Kennedy had just implanted there. His brother, spanking anyone was just disturbing as hell. Especially when he paired it with the ridiculously dreamy look on the siren's face. Shaking himself, Tiar kept his objection to himself. No point in getting the little spitfire all riled up again. At least not when she was listening to him and allowing him to get her somewhere she wouldn't get herself into more trouble.
Finally off the dance floor, the two maneuvered themselves to where the bulk of the food could be found. Even at this hour, there was still a decent amount left. Grabbing Kennedy a plate, he placed it in her hands and then moved to help her get what she wanted. He rolled his eyes at her grumble that she could get it herself, again thankful that he was behind her and wouldn't see it. "I know you can," he consoled her, "I just want to make sure it doesn't get to heavy for you to carry since it sounds like you're ravenous."
Instead of forcing her to allow his assistance, Tiar backed off a little, but kept his hand hovering near her own. "How about we start to narrow that appetite just a little, okay? I don't think the plates are big enough to pile everything onto. Unless you want two of them."