10-04-2012, 06:09 AM
Demitrii glanced off to the side, only to catch a brief glimpse of gold amongst the crowd. It was gone within the blink of an eye and he swore underneath his breath before the woman addressed him again. He turned his attention back to her and was about to excuse himself before she interrupted and dragged him onto the floor.
A look of horror briefly crossed his face as he stood paralyzed watching her dance in front of him before his face callused over again. He could honestly say he didn't know how to respond to such an action. He didn't care about wrinkles... if it happened it happened. His stress relief came when he caught who he was hunting. She was attractive, there wasn't any doubt in that, but he wasn't interested in one nighters. Perhaps if he told her that she could move on to the next soul.
Awkward and cautious, he attempted (with little success) to avoid her touch which would occasionally make him lean away or jerk to the side. In a (very weird) way, it could've been mistaken for dancing. As he moved his face to the side to avoid another hand he caught sight of Caleb.
Oh he knew that face. Lighting or no. That mug was one he couldn't help forget. He turned back to the woman and gave her a small apologetic smile. "I have to get back to work... Perhaps another time..." He said quietly. It was hard to tell if he was sincere or not. Would he try and dance again?
He moved past her, and stepped off the dance floor, and crossed the small bridge to the little island of a bar. "So tell me. What brings you here? You don't look like one to be into the club scene..."
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