Re: Somewhere around 8:30-ish near the door
The expressions that sleeted over Kami's pretty face were hard to pinpoint, especially after innumerable shots and what-have-you, but Naea could clearly see a growing icy steel in her friend's backbone as her posture increased. Lifting her chin slightly, Kami regarded Jack with an unnerving coolness. Before that had settled, though, someone more sober would have recognized a trace of panic and pain, a strange sort of heartbreak given the disgust that now curled her lips. "Jack," she answered quietly. "I was kind of in the middle of a conversation here."
At that comment, however, she glanced at Naea and bit her lower lip. One quick look reminded her of the other woman's long day and she thought of the words just before Jack's appearance. Men are assholes, Naea had all but snapped. Her jaw tensing a bit, Kami turned back to eye Jack. Case in point, she thought. Naea didn't need this. If she refused, would he next hassle Naea? He wasn't going to give up. She knew his persistence. After all, hadn't he spent five months working her onto his playlist?
Blindly, Kami reached out to squeeze Naea's free hand. Then she took a step towards Jack. "One dance," she answered tightly. "Since you're not going to let this go." She looked over her shoulder and offered Naea a weak, apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, hon. I'll be back, okay? It's just this one."