Noa, Vic & Savannah 9:15PM
Noa is soaking the party up like a woman who has found water after almost dying of thirst. It's easy to push away the everyday concerns with the flashing lights and the smell of fried dough on the air. It reminds her of the handful of times she found herself at a county fair growing up; the noise of screams and voices blending into the music that's ever present at a Dog Park party. She likes dancing, has never loved it, but with a willing partner it seems like the perfect thing to do to burn off some of the energy she's built up already. Lonnie has been spinning her around the makeshift dance floor for at least a few songs, but when one song stops and another starts she excuses herself, catching the hard to miss mass of Vic out of the corner of her eye. He's alone, which seems like a rarity tonight, so she decides to try and cash in on a golden opportunity.
"Dance with me?" she asks him, voice raised over the noise once she knows he's seen her also, her face near broken in half with a smile, her body still swaying with the rhythm of the music from the speakers even though she's a few feet away from the rest of the dancing bodies now. "Just one song before Marina finds you again." and her tone speaks volumes more than the words themselves could. It's not an inquisition she's aiming for, she leaves that kind of thing to people more willing to have their own flesh stripped away in return, but it's clear in the undertones exactly what she might be curious about. "I'll give you back, I promise sweetheart."