Ksenia & Bryan
Despite their awkward and rocky start to their flirting, it was clear with a little bit of a shove in the right direction, and plan and LOTS of alcohol, Nadya and Killa were back on track. As the rapper took the younger woman's hand to lead her on the dance floor, Ksenia settled back against the bar, giving them their space. Sure she and the gorgeous man next to her could have joined them dancing, but she was trying to let them figure it out on their own. Over her shoulder she called to the bartender for two more shots for her and Bryan.
Hazel eyes watched the pair for a few moments, before a smirk slid over her lips and the shots arrived and she took them (and the extra set the bartender already had poured for them on the house) and slid two to Bryan.
"Твоё здоровье!" (informal toast 'to our health') she declared with a clink of the glass shots and together and took both shots in quick succession. The familiar buzz in her head and body was starting to take effect, to numb those demons she was always trying to keep at bay, and she raised her vodka on the rocks to her red lips with a smirk. Those hazel eyes noticed the stares that Nadya and Killa were getting and some of them weren't exactly friendly. Keen eyes swept the room and noticed a lot of them were also looking at her and Bryan. Tossing her blonde hair, she shifted, the slit riding up more as she turned towards Bryan.
"Are we being stared at because of your local celebrity, ours or our very obvious skin color?" she asked dryly, taking a sip of her straight vodka, sparkling hazel eyes on Bryan's gorgeous face. She suspected it was probably all three. The two Russian figure skaters stuck out obviously, from their obvious skin color difference, to their scandalous dress and their accents should anyone be close enough to hear.
"Not that I mind being stared at," she mused, her red lips tilting up in an inviting smirk as she leaned into the handsome Korean American. "Why don't we give them something to really stare at." Draining her vodka on the rocks, she left the empty glass on the table and pushed off the bar, crooking a perfectly manicured finger at Bryan before threading her way through the crowd, away from Nadya and Killa. As he reached her, she turned back to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding a long leg up against his, along his hip, the slit dangerously high.
"Try to keep up, handsome," she purred as she began to dance, her professional dancer rhythm clear in the sensual way, overtly sexual way she matched the music, hips swaying against his, fingers teasing the back nape of his neck, as her body pressed against his.