Oberon | Aaron | Jan :: Drinks
Jan glanced from Aaron to Oberon, now spinning towards her fae friend as Aaron walked back to the bar. The heat radiating from him was intense and Jan took in his natural look.
"I like it," she said as they moved around the dance floor. "You. This." She waved her hand in front of her to explain herself a bit better. "How come you don't go like this all the time?" Sure, they were getting a few stares from the patrons here, but that was the best part about Preya; there were LITERALLY all kinds here.
As they circled the floor, she glanced over at Aaron, waving her hand as if she had just seen him.