Re: shiloh & harlow ; dancing
Shiloh wasn't particularly malicious, even with bile caught in his throat as it was these days. He was angry and bitter and jaded, but he still wasn't anything that could be construed as evil. After all, this entire mess of his had been caused, largely, because he felt the need to out a dreadful man for dreadful acts, and this was where it had landed him. But he was chaotic, and that had been what he cut his teeth on in early life; chaos, to get attention from a woman determined never to give it. And so here they were, standing at the music, and ready to rain chaos upon this party.
"Death metal would be quite the rotten apple," he assured her, swiping the back of his hand beneath his nose as he spoke the words. "I'm not certain this particular horny group of bastards would be at all troubled by overt sexuality. They act shocked and prudish, but they're all rather slutty," he asserted, and he waited for her to select a song.
And, of course, he'd never heard the song. But there was much Shiloh had not experienced when it came to pop culture, but the song was perfect, especially cranked up as loudly as it was. And when she latched onto his sleeve, he was more than willing to join her in her carousing. He took her by the hands, and he spun her around the center of the living room. Bombastic, bumping into people here and there, laughing with her and deliberately messy. A lamp knocked over, a couch bumped into, many drinks toppled, and he laughed the whole while.