Dance Floor: Trent & Claire
Trent had the memory of an elephant despite the fact he had downed several shots and also stolen a few sneaky drags of a blunt from one of the stoners outside which meant that as he ventured back indoors, his hair in disarray and his eyes bright with the enjoyment of the evening he recalled he was owed a dance, with Claire to be exact.
Now, where was the wolf?
He narrowed his eyes and then grinned slow as he spotted her. "Claire," he drawled, accent thick. "I believe you owe me a dance.