Dance Floor: Trent & Claire
Claire had been having a good time and as promised she wasn't drinking tonight. Okay...she was nursing one drink right now, but that was it. She was going to stay lucid tonight, the last thing she needed was to wake up in bed with another student she barely knew. Knowing her luck it would be one who dreamed of blond babies and the two of them riding off into the sunset with each other. And she was not looking for that just yet.
She had just taken another sip of her drink when she heard a familiar voice, thick with an accent. Claire was a sucker for accents, she couldn't help it. She knew very few girls who could, it must be hard wired into every girl's brain that accents are sexy as hell. Although his shouldn't be as hot as it is since her uncle and Doyle to an extent have a similar accent. Doyle's is very faint since he spent most of his time with her and her family up in Montana. But on Trent...damn.
Claire grinned and turned to face him tilting her head back to finish her drink. So much for nursing that the whole night. Whatever, she'd grab a soda or something.
"So I do...are you wanting to redeem it now." She reached out to run her fingers from his wrist up to his shoulder. Flirting...yes...did she care if he knew...not really...expecting anything to come of it...not caring one way or another. Yeah, tonight was going to be fun.