Re: The Side of the Dance Floor [Juliet]
Feeling a little more put together, Juliet had ventured back out into the pulsating throng that was currently inhabiting the club. Her bathroom break had allowed her to restock her confidence, and she did her best to ignore the stain on the front of her shirt - in fact, she'd gone so far as to retie her little red cap's cape in order to cover the offending spot. But seeing Nathaniel again put a smile on her face and butterflies in her stomach. She was fervently wishing she hadn't walked away once he had kissed her; but it was too late, yet again, to bemoan past actions, and so instead she took his hand as his wrapped around hers, smiling up at him even as he had to lean close so that he could hear her over the blasting noise of the on-stage band.
"I wouldn't leave, that would be horribly rude, and besides, it wasn't your fault..." Her lips took the minimal actions, the deep crimson of her lipstick leaving a dark mark against the white of her skin and teeth. The corners were up-turned, denoting happiness, tinging her words with the emotion. "You weren't, you really weren't, I just, I think I had too much to drink, and..." Fumbling through the explanation, her voice suddenly dried up in her throat, all thoughts of her own apology for her disappearing act shriveling up in the sudden appearance of naked and unadulterated fear. It was exactly like a dream, in fact, she could feel the water seeping into her nose, her throat, suffocating her. But she was still in the club, among other people, others who were acting perfectly normal, but suddenly she couldn't breathe.
Juliet's eyes went wide, and her hand jerked from Nathaniel's to claw at her throat, as though it were at fault for the sudden loss of oxygen to her lungs.