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[i]"After seeing you dance at the club, I didn't expect to see you waltzing, Sabine."[/i]

[color=7bcdc8]"Now where have I heard that voice before?"[/color]

Sabine was, honestly, a little anxious.  She had let her feelings come out too quickly.  It wouldn't have taken a 10 year-old to know how desperate she must've sounded at the time, but...

...well, he did say yes.  Perhaps a plus; perhaps not.  She considered leaving early to recollect herself and avoid getting left off in the middle of the dance floor, but it appeared a certain magician had whisked her away from the fresh night air.

[color=7bcdc8]"Dancing's fun, really.  It's like the one thing besides drugs that you can really do stuff with other people that doesn't involve purposely..er, 'beating' people.  No competition, no goal but to see if you and your partner are happy.  Waltz just...isn't in style.[/color]

She took the taller man by the wrist and dragged him off to the side as the next song came rolling in.  They were clammy now; she had a weird feeling in her gut ever since her last dance partner waltzed his way off to his intended mistress.

It was like she wanted to pound her head until she had dropped a good 30 IQ points.  Maybe she'd go fishing for shrimp with an amputee and marry a blondie, some real goldilocks like Nori...

...okay Sabine, stop fantasizing about her.  Bad girl.

[color=7bcdc8]"But I'd guess you'd want a spin with me here, huh?  I would...if my legs weren't jello.  So...how about some hor d'oeuvres?"[/color]

Right...food...Zac was nice enough to let her calm down, right?  She could feel the blood in her body pulse as alcohol seeped into her veins.

She had forgotten to eat, hadn't she?

The brunette slide on a barstool, and ordered a glass of water as she scanned the rest of the room to search for a few waiters and servers.  But...dammit, why did they have to wear masks too, of all times?!