Demi x Isaac - Hours into the event
For hours now Demi had been artfully dodging any and all interaction with Isaac. She had caught glimpses of him from time to time, and my god was he a sight in formal wear -- and the fact that he hadn’t bothered to shave had her both curious and dying to make some comment about how he should keep the scruff. Even as much as she was dying to talk to him, it wasn’t until she had happened to look out at the dance floor and caught sight of him dancing with a woman in red that the little green eyed monster of jealousy spurned her on to actually say ‘fuck this’ and approach him.
So what if they weren’t talking? This was a golden opportunity to be near Isaac and he couldn’t make a scene or avoid her. Demi was not above playing dirty to get his attention, even if that attention would have to be coerced out of him. It was a dirty move, and may in fact not be nearly as fulfilling as she hoped it might be, but it had been days now since they had been within five feet of each other -- and nearly as long since they had held any semblance of a conversation.
It may have been a low tactic, forcing Isaac to be in her company, but if history was any indication, Demi rarely fought fair. Even the dress she chose that evening was meant to catch the attention of only one person -- him. She could admit she had no idea how to fix the rift that had formed between them, but in her own ways she was trying.
Isaac was dancing with the new secretary from the DoJ as Demi approached him, and in true fashion her expression was set in a scowl as she leveled a look at the young woman and instead of asking if she could cut in, she simply said. “Sweetheart, you should find a new dance partner now,” some things never changed, and one of those thing was Demi’s ever present possessiveness. The woman gave Isaac a confused look, but didn’t waste time in removing herself and scurrying off to find someone else as company.
“Are you going to run away from me?” Demi phrased it as a question, even if she had no intention of letting Isaac continue to ignore her. “Or can I have a dance?”
Isaac gave an apologetic look to his secretary but even still, he reached out and took Demi’s hand, the other finding her waist, before slowly starting to sway to the music. “That wasn't very nice,” he commented, his voice light. He wasn't surprised though. Even when he and Demi were on good terms, she was still highly possessive of Isaac. He couldn't even imagine what this fight between them was doing to her.
Despite Isaac’s scolding words, Demi can't hide the triumphant smirk playing at the edges of her mouth. He may have been commenting on her poor behavior, but he didn't turn her away and that's all she's decided to focus on. “I'm sorry, but is that not the same secretary who wants to get in your pants?” Demi questioned, one hand in Isaac’s while the other gripped his shoulder. “And sweetheart, we both know I'm not made of sugar and spice and everything nice.” Said like someone who knew their flaws and embraced them. At her core Demi would never be anything but what she was, a temperamental and possessive little thing, a woman who cared only for those she considered family or friend.
“Is she?” Isaac asked, quickly glancing over at his secretary, trying to recall if she’d ever tried to make a move on him. “I never noticed her trying to get in my pants, but then again, I’m pretty oblivious when it comes to that stuff,” he said, looking back at Demi. And even if his secretary did have interest in him, despite the tension between him and Demi, Isaac still only had eyes for her. “You look nice,” he added, giving her dress a quick glance before bringing his gaze back up to her face, his eyes conflicted with everything going on.