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A flash of something bushy-haired and suspiciously Bea-like took Jordan’s attention away from the small group that had formed. He tried not to make it obvious he had been distracted but his eyes still followed Bea as she made her way into the thick of the dancers, simultaneously slightly off balance from drink yet still moving rhythmically, swaying to the erotic beat of the drums and smooth flow of the verse. A brief flash of almost jealousy lit his mind up as he saw her grinding her hips against another guy, but it dissipated as Bea pushed him away and made her way further into the crowd. Perhaps disappointed in his dancing skills, which seemed to amount to swaying his shoulders and waving his arms without rhyme or reason.

The group had almost become one, a single hive mind lit sporadically by flashing lights that illuminated the flying drops of pool water and sweat. The teenagers were all united in the common cause of worshipping the music and alcohol that brought them together. All united under the promise of having a good time, and the want to fulfill it. Perhaps Bea had another dance partner already, working against him somewhere in the tight mass of people. But in the cold night time air, Jordan found himself not really caring. What he wanted that night was to get a little closer to the whirling enigma that was Beatrice Endive. Something in the way she danced made him want to find out more about the shorter girl.

He took his eyes off the crowd to alight them upon his companions. While he had been interested initially in a conversation, perhaps making some friends, Bea was a more important manner. The only thing left was to get out of there without treading on their feelings. God knew, the last thing he wanted was a Marisol repeat, and he internally cursed himself for managing to throw away two cute girls in the space of less than ten minutes. 

[color=8c5bff]‘Hey, I’m sorry to ditch you guys like this but I need a dip. I’m roasting here,’[/color] he said, gesturing with his cup over to the pool which was almost as full of bodies as the dance floor. He sensed Ariel wouldn’t be too happy with the truth- that she had slid slightly down his list of priorities right now, so he grappled for an excuse to leave them. [color=8c5bff]‘Here, tell you what..’[/color] he said, grabbing a fancy napkin from the table before hunting down and securing a pen. [color=8c5bff]‘Call me. Or I’ll call you, whatever.’[/color] He made a phone gesture with his hand against his ear and gave the napkin to Ariel. A parting gift that hopefully would negate any pissed-offness she would feel about his gapping. And if he didn’t find Bea, or something bad happened between them tonight.. it always helped to have a backup option. Not that she would enjoy being called that. [color=8c5bff]‘I’ll catch you round at school or something Kavan. Later guys.’ [/color]

With an easing smile he left them, turning away from the drinks and towards the pool. For the sake of the ruse, he slid himself into the water, shivering slightly at its touch but welcoming the change from the humid Florida air. He slid between tightly packed bodies, almost stepping on a couple who were making out in the shallow end before splashing out of the water into where the dance floor stranded perilously close to the edge. Trying his best to mix in with the others, he once again found himself trying to pry his way through the cramped, grinding mass. He snarled at one boy who trod a little too close on his toes.[color=8c5bff] ‘Watch it, man.’[/color] Jordan was soon glad for his brief dip in the pool as the close quarters body heat was suffocating, even with his head firmly above most of the others. Hopefully Ariel and Kavan weren’t looking to the dance floor to see his distinctive almond hair.

And then there she was. Dregs of tequila in her hand and what looked like a raspberry candy stick poking from the top of her swimsuit, Beatrice was dancing. Seemingly lost in the bliss of alcohol haze and the roaring sound of the music, her eyes were half closed in almost ecstacy. And best of all, she was alone. He was almost sorry to break the moment for her. 

[color=8c5bff]‘Bea! Your dancing’s wilder than usual tonight.’[/color] He had to practically talk straight into her ear to have any chance of the girl hearing him over the thumping bass. Hopefully she was drunk enough that his close proximity wouldn’t set her off. Remembering the impromptu dance lessons she had inflicted on him over the past week, Jordan tried his best to move his body in time with the music, attempting to copy the shorter girl’s moves. [color=8c5bff]‘What’s with this?’[/color] he said with a laugh, snagging the twizzler from her swimsuit strap and taking a bite out of the end.