Re: The Bar: several drinks in
She didn't recognize the music, but she appreciated its quiet melodies, and the way it allowed her to lean into the solid wall of her dance partner. She had rhythm, could keep time to the music just fine, and was able to follow his lead easily. Dancing, though it didn't seem to completely fit who she was, seemed to come naturally to her.
If he was daydreaming, she didn't notice his wandering attention. He kept her held almost perfectly in her arms, and it was like all the fantasies that good girls were supposed to have about meeting a leading man. Sitting alone but then plucked from that loneliness, his attention only for her, a quiet dance... She'd watched enough movies to know that if she kept her head tilted just right, kept her face turned up to his, what could come next.
"Tonight's getting much better. Thank you." His confession almost seemed too much to her - how he could trust her with such a vulnerable thing when they'd just met. But she folded herself closer (hand moving from his shoulder up toward the back of his collar) and leaned her head to rest on his shoulder as they continued to move. "I'm sorry you've had bad nights," she whispered, and held like this, if she was a flower, she felt as if she were tucked inside his boutonniere, like he could carry her around wherever he went. The thought of it was a temptation so great that she had to closer her eyes to try to tamp down on the desire for it. "Thank you for helping with mine..."