"If you're looking for *good conversation, you might want to go elsewhere, Mr. Danny. Been told I'm not the most… pleasant these days. My names Holliday. It's a pleasure."
( Small, tired smile. For politeness sake. )
( Her composure falters once more when he starts talking, lips parting with the audacity of being called *sad and alone. With a small grumble, she preemptively raises her glass and downs the rest of her bourbon in one gulp.
She had a suspicion she'd need the courage. )
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“ i̲ don't think you'd be wanting to hear that right now so if it's okay with you, i would like to engage in the best conversation of the night before i crash-land the dance floor. ” opened mouth, an enlarged smile. “ 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒚. ”
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"You're right, I wouldn't want to hear any sales pitches right now,"
( Setting her empty glass aside onto the bar, she shifts her weight to face him more, looking up at him. Could he even drink that whiskey? )
( She blinks a few times in surprise as he cruises towards her, taking a half-step back with raised eyebrows. The surprise melts away to her typical composure, giving Danny a small nod of acknowledgment. )
Hello there, you. You need somethin' from me ?
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𝐥eave it to 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒚 to make an explosive entrance; sliding in to her visuals with an exotic wave of his boned hand directly in front to waver her attention.
“ 𝘩̲𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 .ᐟ ” loud as to hear over the music and extroverted enough to gain attraction.
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( Holliday is still lingering on the outskirts of the ballroom, sipping from her drink and eyeing the crowd cautiously. She never relaxes nowadays, especially not in an event like this.
Maybe someone could change that. Or put her more on edge, depending on who approaches her. )
⠀⠀⠀⠀ #AFTERDARKBALL seems as good a time as any to get some dancing started . 🎻
the floor is yours , ritualists . choose your partner for a spin . if you don ’t have one .. take a chance and see what bites .
You do realize smoking underage *is a crime ? You trying to look tough or somethin' ?
You aren't in my jurisdiction, but don't go doing that shit in front of me, or I'm gonna take them from you. That's your one warning, Graves.
( These kids . . *💢 ! )
( She's content to let him smooth her hair down, head tilted down to look at the floor. Once he was finished, she pats the top of her head a few times, satisfied with the result. )
I'll be damned . . Well, thank you, Viscous. I'm sure I look spiffy.
“If it does; I’ll wash it out!”
(Viscous nodded, the trust was put on him and he wouldn’t let Holliday down! He carefully worked his now-damp fingers through Holliday’s hair, doing his best to keep it down, which; was working! And he wasn’t even getting goo in it!)
Nobody's gonna stop me from doing what I have to do. I don't need your concern, as 'genuine' as it may be.
As long as you keep those fangs and claws pointed far, far away from me, I'm sure we'll work together just *fine, Drifter.
Wanted to see if you’d taken my advice to heart , call it .. genuine concern. Yeah.
Seems like you an’ me are gonna be allies then, I ain’t missing out on the hunt.
[ you know, he /really/ isn't built for events like these. this is about the best he's gonna manage, especially on such short notice... 💧 ]
#AFTERDARKBALL
@THATSMYSHADOW Hell, with the way things 've been going for me? Might have to pay you to knock me out.
But don't you worry, Haze. My hands are for nothing else except to wring that bastard's neck. Loosen up.