Trent & Anna
Anna snorted, giggling girlishly when he nipped the inside of her wrist, the action causing tingles to ripple up her arm and she mock-scowled at him. "Biting!" she chastised playfully, tugging on his hair as if to tell him off for the action though she wasn't really that bothered. It was nice to see him being... himself, a little more laid back and having fun, his hold on her looser and more comfortable, safe in this space and in his own skin.
It caused a surge of anger to bubble up in her again at the thought of how Trent had been and what had caused it, along with an irrational stab of hurt because she- because Ashton had reached out to Trent but not to Anna. Maybe she wasn't as important.
"If you do get totally blind drunk, just come and find me, okay? I want to make sure you get to bed alright." She nudged his nose with hers again and then leaned back, hips still moving with the music, her skin glowing slightly with not only her natural glow but the fairy dust that clung to the high arch of her cheekbones.