Re: Lounge Area (Charlie)
She couldn't help but find herself laughing, pressing into the warmth of Rylee's body; their period wear would demand propriety, a carefully measured distance between male and female, especially in such a public setting. But it was a modern day and Charlie was a modern woman, filled with liquor.
Hands settled on shoulders, moving along and around his neck to hook tightly and bring their faces within orbiting distance of one another. Her skirt's hoops were pushed out backward, ruffling a few feathers as they disrupted other couples and dancers. But neither to Charlie's dismay (for she was too distracted, currently) nor to the bouncer's chagrin did it start any sort of conflict, as everyone settled back into their own respective spaces with the new additions.
"I think yah said that almost fifteen times already, especially on the car ride over," was the happy if teasing reply, one hand sliding up through his long-ish blond curls to tip his hat forward a little over his face. She brought her mouth to his again, both of their bodies swaying on the floor in a random and nearly automated pattern as they seemed completely involved in their own little bubble rather than the obnoxiously boisterous party going on around them.
"I hope yer gettin' an eyeful, though," she continued as she pulled away, though keeping the distance between them short, "'Cause I ain't wearin' a dress for no reason for a long time after this. Three times, Ekholm, three fuckin' times. I never would'a bet that this would'a happened, 'cause I'd've lost."