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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 24, 2009 12:34:44 GMT -5
"Here..."
He held out his gloved hands to him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 24, 2009 12:35:31 GMT -5
Adrien clasped them and stepped up to him with a smile, tilting his head back for a kiss, forgetting the lipstick.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 24, 2009 12:37:36 GMT -5
Adrian returned the kiss as quickly as he could, on the cheek instead of the lips (he was aware of Adrien's lipstick even if Adrien appeared to have forgotten it), then took a wary step away from the table with one of his arms holding Adrien's hand aloft and the other curved around the boy's slender waist.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 24, 2009 12:43:44 GMT -5
Adrian hadn't been kidding. He really didn't know how to dance in this style.
But no matter how suddenly dazzling and bemused his bright smile had been - because realizing this was cute, after all - Adrien went along with Adrian's lead. He knew on at least some level that it had to chafe for someone like Adrian to not be accustomed or familiar with something, and Adrian did not look awkward dancing in a more formal style, after all.
Although they didn't look as though they were having more fun, exactly, than the other couples cutting the rug, they looked wonderfully content, and considerably more stately, as though they were ice skaters in their own little world rather than tipsy teenagers looking for a good, cheap time.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 24, 2009 14:54:15 GMT -5
It was a pretty all-purpose position for dancing. It was just a matter of adjusting the motions to fit the tempo of the music.
Careful to avoid the other couples, his movements became a little more expressive, a little more open.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 24, 2009 15:03:21 GMT -5
Adrien, of course, danced just the same way he always did, unless his delight was considered a new step. None of Adrien's domestic partners had ever at any point been his dancing partner, too - unless Darling, with whom he'd lived for a while, when he'd been with Divine, counted.
When they were danced out - which is to say, when Adrien was, twirling like a top being exhausting anyway - Adrien sank into Adrian's torso so suddenly it looked for a moment as though he'd fainted. He was delirious with pleasure. He thought he felt his toes tingling.
"Oh, Adrian, oh, Adrian, thank you," he could be heard to say.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 24, 2009 15:04:52 GMT -5
He put a supporting arm around Adrien's shoulders.
"Here, come now..."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 24, 2009 15:05:25 GMT -5
He came happily.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 24, 2009 15:06:22 GMT -5
He sat him down again.
"Excuse me for a moment. I'm going to see what's keeping our drinks."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 24, 2009 15:09:12 GMT -5
"All right," said Adrien, pleased, not that he needed to be drinking something flirty and alcoholic after dancing, likely as he was to down it all at once and then order another.
By the time Adrian got to the bar, there would be no bartender apparent, although a girl with dark hair, noticing his aloof demeanor and upper classy attire, broke into a very drunk, very happy smile and said, "Hey, pop, d'you wanna go for a whirl?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 24, 2009 15:12:58 GMT -5
He glanced up in the direction of the voice.
"My apologies," he said in a friendly tone. "I'm taken."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 24, 2009 15:14:52 GMT -5
Her mouth twisted into a dubious and slightly disappointed S.
In the meantime, at their table, Adrien missed Adrian a great deal and scooted into Adrian's part of the booth. They'd not been sitting long enough for it to be warmed by his body, but it was easy to recall he'd briefly been there before he'd left.
He turned to the side and stroked a girl on the shoulder and then asked if he could take a drag off her cigarette. She nodded and passed him the holder.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 24, 2009 15:50:25 GMT -5
Adrian returned, drinks in hand (or more accurately, with Adrien's glass secure in Adrian's left hand and Adrian's own balanced precariously in the damaged right) and just in time to see Adrien smoking.
He cleared his throat.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 24, 2009 17:12:20 GMT -5
Adrien, eyelashes lowered daintily as though enjoying himself, was taking a long and unnecessarily suggestive - accidentally, of course - drag on the end of a cigarette holder when he heard the unmistakable sound of embarrassment whacking him upside the head.
He thrust it back at the other girl as he turned back, blushing considerably, smoke curling from the corner of his mouth as he tried surreptitiously to release it, head tilted slightly, one hand cupped over his face as though to cover a cough.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 24, 2009 17:21:52 GMT -5
"When the cat's away, the mice will play, I see."
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