Re: Dance floor, but nearer the bar: Lin/Sam/Tess
'Definitely clitty' was actually Lin's go-to phrase for the whole thing. Yeah, really. What a fucking coincidence, right? I know!—In fact, it was his go-to answer for nearly everything. (If it fits, I clits.) How are you? Definitely clitty! What time is it? Definitely clitty. Are you going to stop saying that? Def.... initely clitty. Someone get this woman out of our restaurant, she won't stop yelling about clits? Definitely clitty! The wildcard grope was unexpected, but it was over before it could begin, and he didn't mind, really. He was just glad for the hug. Which was kinda sad, and hella telling, but it was whatever. He grinned in glossy red at Sam, who was obviously... younger than she had been, and tbh, he was fucking glad. The hotel conditioned even the ever curious Lin Alesi to accept these changes. He didn't question its possibility, since, well, clearly, it, uh, was possible.—And he was happy, because she wasn't so... spooled. She hadn't been jaded exactly, but she'd lost something of herself. But now? She looked happy, and hella fine in that shit, and Lin loved it all. He really did. No half-measures. Her hug was returned full force.
And Tess? Definitely clitty. She was legit, an Alexander through and through in the tight-ass, slinky-ass pink that looked great and her no-fucks-given Jersey attitude. Lin liked her too, with immediacy he thought he'd misplaced somewhere along the way.
"Whoa, sister. Are you implying the Double-G's couldn't get down? Because, girl, they could. Age is just a number!" Lin's faux-outrage blinkered out and he smiled with the mischief of a fox and bumped his hip into Sam's. He was happy and playful and it showed.
He didn't need to be dragged onto the floor like cough-cough some people (probably. Hypothetically, modally). There was a laugh as Sam drew him and her sister out—the scenery changed some. The fuzzy romantic fairylights daisychained out of sight, and the music came the fuck down. Lin loved to dance. He did. It was like sex for him—I mean, not the same, obviously, but in the same ballpark, in that it nourished something in him, and he fucking loved it. He could work it as a dude and he could work it as a woman. No shame. Definitely clitty.
"Ayyyy!" But that didn't mean he shut up while he did it. He tipped his head back briefly, tickled by the wash of black curls that still felt so strange on skin, and lifted his arms. "We need some fucking Nelly in here." He paused. Lin shook his head apologetically. "Excuse me. in Herre. Then I show you babes the old razzle dazzle."