Dance Floor: Trent & Claire
His accent caused that familiar pleasant little tremble to travel through her again. He needed to stop doing that or she was going to do something she swore she wasn't going to do. Also she didn't want to complicate their friendship with something like a one night stand. But if he didn't cut it out with the accent any thoughts of not doing anything was going to go right out the window.
Claire gave a playful little pout about not telling her any of his other possible surprises. "Well then I'll just have to make sure I stick around you all night and make sure you want to stay around me so I get to see all of the ones that may come out."
Claire was still swaying when suddenly she was spun around and found herself going up in the air. Had she been totally sober and not have realized it was Trent she probably would have been having a fit. However, since she had a drink or two in her and she knew Trent's power all too well she let herself giggle and throw her arms above her head before she was brought down to the ground again. Trent had stopped dancing and had something floating above his palm. It looked like...
"Fairy dust, is that fairy dust," Claire reached out temped to touch it but not quite going through with it, "I've never seen it before. I assume if you blow it on me I won't begin to fly if I think happy thoughts am I right. Anyway you already made me fly."