10-09-2013, 07:39 AM
Kasimir tugged Varten gently towards the dance floor, or area..it was already crowded but Kasimir didn't really mind that too much. He liked the feel of bodies gyrating against one another. For several reasons. The German did try to make his way to a slightly less crowded area of the dance floor, though that was just so he didn't end up losing his lovely redhead in the crowd. Then again, with that hair, he was sure Varten would stand out in this sea of people.
Once they reached a spot that Kasimir was satisfied with, he let the other's hand go and began moving. His slender body writhed and wriggled, his movements rather sexual as he shimmied against and around Varten. His hands coming out to sometimes run along his dance partner's sides or to tease at his braided hair. Occasionally those hands almost roamed close to other people that really close to them, easy access. Slipping whatever he could get from pockets unnoticed, into his own pockets. Or rather that pouch accessory attached to his own belt. His movements were fluid, and his fingers were rather quick. Years of experience at thieving, and years of just having fun accounted for his provocative, intimate dance movements.
Alistair was in thought when someone, a female, bumped into him. He reacted quickly enough, hands reaching out on instinct to grip her shoulders. Mostly to keep her from losing her balance, to steady her on her feet. He released her almost as quickly as he had touched her. Those grey-blue eyes blinking softly at the female, his lips quirking up in the slightest of smiles. "It's quite alright, no need to apologize." Those eyes looked her over for a moment. Human, she was human, and wearing a cheerleader costume.
He moved his hands over his own costume for a moment, smoothing a couple wrinkles that had cropped up here and there in the shirt. He looked out at the sea of people, noticing Kasimir had moved. It was easy for him to spot the blonde and his companion though, that shock of red hair helped. Dancing. If those kind of movements could really be called dancing. Kasimir truly had no shame. Alistair shook his head slightly, his attention returning to the woman. "Forgive me, I'm not very used to social gatherings of this kind." He was still a bit uneasy, his body still a bit tense but it didn't show. At least not to a human. "Do you partake of such parties often?" Alistair wasn't normally one for small talk, but he didn't want to be rude and perhaps this woman wanted a conversation with someone that wasn't a drunken molester? It was also a slight distraction from the aura that called to him.
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