8:55pm, on the dance floor (Kami, Jack)
Though Kami allowed him to lead her through the crowd to a relatively empty corner of the dance floor, the expression on her face all too clearly showed her grudging acceptance of her upcoming dance with Jack. Her heels sounded loud and brisk in the momentary quiet between songs but she left her hand in his. He didn't cling, at least, she thought. It reminded her with a pang of their first acquaintance and she clamped down on those thoughts immediately. He had been so sweet and wicked, teasing her with looks and touches. Kami bit her lower lip. That was not banishing those thoughts.
Without conscious thought, Kami's fingers tightened on Jack's in response to her renewed mental tension. It was not a gesture of affection but, on the other hand, she had clutched instead of jerking away. When he drew her to a stop, though, in an isolated area and the DJ put on a new song, Kami's dark eyes flicked up to Jack's face in momentary alarm. A slow dance? Really? Did karma hate her that much?
She held still and quiet, not making any move. In her costume, glossy-dark braids laying over her shoulders, she eerily resembled a pretty little porcelain doll on a shelf. "Well?" she finally asked and there was little inflection in the word. "It's your dance, Jack."