Mid-Evening/Dancing - Silas/Tavish - OH!NOES to much to drink
During the evening she had lost him to the bustle of the crowd, dancing, twirling, excited crowd that it was. She had run into Eleanor and Terence and Rose and even Kevin for a breif moment before she had been sucked back into the activity. With each switch of her feet she had gotten further and further away from Tavish and more deepily into the swirling world around her, each with an orange and black drink in hand.
Most of her nights anymore were spent in the club, dealing with socailites, drunks; Silas was always careful not to get drunk herself, avoiding anything stronger then a very mild margarita at most. Nick, and Charlie after him, had learned to keep the alcohol contact low for her, not because she couldn't handle it (which she had no idea) but because the idea of losing herself while 'working' did not seem at all intelligent. Still, she thought she knew what alcohol tasted like, and figured the black and orange was safe, it did not seem any stronger then butterbeer--perhaps less so. Only as the night got darker, she was finding she was much less inhibited then ever before. The world seemed brighter, clearer (if a little fuzzy) and she wondered where Tavish had gone off too.
Her eyes sought him out, anywhere, everywhere. When she found him it was body upon body separating the two of them and she was nearly breathless by the time she fell into him, her hands going straight to his chest, leaning all her weight upon him. Looking up into the nearly glowing mask, she wished she could see his face and reached up to trace the lines of it delicately, transfixed by the smooth texture of the material.
"I found you." Silas voice was breathless, light, adoring as he smiled up at him though she could not see his face.