Re: Mandy/Tess
Mandy was used to standing on the sidelines, being unnoticed. She was completely unlike Wes in that way. She didn't flirt, she didn't get flirted with, she didn't just walk up and talk to pretty girls and simply steep her words in suggestion. She didn't reach out and touch, stroke her hand over someone's collarbone, make them nervous and shiver and catch their breath in their chest. Mandy positively squirmed beneath Tess' invasive gaze. She felt like she was being eaten alive in those eyes.
"I... no, I don't dance," she protested futiley, dragging her heels as Tess effortlessly pulled her out onto the floor. It was almost empty, which made their presence there all the more obvious. Trying to keep her arms crossed over herself, and failing, Mandy looked around as though trying to figure out who was staring at her. "I don't even know your name," she mumbled, like that might change that Tess was making her dance when she didn't want to.