Re: Erin/Dante
Erin saw him coming. Jeans, tee shirt? She only had enough time to arch one carefully groomed eyebrow and put her punch down on the edge of a table before he grabbed her wrist and yanked her away. Despite his not-so-gentle manner, she managed to keep up with him, in heels, and not fall on her ass.
When they found an empty spot, she arched her back to the suddenness of his hands on her waist, and then slowly started to sway. Her hands lifted to rest gently on his shoulders. "Uhm..." she said gently, giving him a once-over as her arms shifted so her wrists wrested on his shoulders, her hands behind his neck. "... Hi?"
That was sudden. She was fighting a smile, and the result was a smirk and a light in her "ice queen" eyes.