[color=gray] [CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/LE0oU15.png[/img][/CENTER] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/GZTjRyO.gif[/img][/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [center][color=#BB253E][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Eclipse • [color=#BB253E][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dusk[/center] [center][color=#BB253E][b]Interactions:[/b][/color]N/A • [color=#BB253E][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [@AuthenticTomb] Volfango [@Tae] Lys [/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXXsxlE00TE&list=RDuXXsxlE00TE&start_radio=1[/youtube][/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] The world had reduced itself down to color, beat, and heat. The song had a certain way of reverberating around her, bouncing off the walls and pressing deeper into her bones. She tilted her head back as the lyrics spilled freely from her lips. She moved without restraint as the tempo climbed higher and higher. She was perhaps two—no, maybe three drinks in? It hardly mattered. Cocktail after cocktail had sweetened her tongue, loosened her limbs, and Angel felt genuinely, gloriously alive. Well, for a dead girl, anyway. The music pulsed, throbbing through her body as she bounced around the dance floor into the music's peak. She surrendered completely to it as it pulsed, coaxing laughter from her chest as she spun and danced across the floor. Her hands raised to the strobing lights. But if Angel had learned anything from her time outside the Black Spire, it was that predators came in more forms than she'd ever imagined, especially in places like this. So she wasn’t particularly surprised when bold hands found her waist from behind. Glancing over her shoulder with amused curiosity, Angel arched a brow at the intruder. He was young, confident, sporting a cocky grin that probably worked wonders on simpler prey. She'd noticed him watching her long before he'd gathered the nerve to try his luck. [color=ff3396] “You look lonely, beautiful,”[/color] he murmured, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret. She laughed softly, a wicked spark dancing beneath heavy lashes. [color=#BB253E]“Lonely?”[/color] she echoed sweetly, turning slowly to drape her arms around his shoulders. Her hips swayed forward, lips brushing tantalizingly close to his. Her voice dipped to a whisper as she added, [color=#BB253E]“The only lonely thing here is gonna be your hand if you don’t move it off my ass in about three seconds.”[/color] Her smile never wavered, but her gaze pierced him with dangerous intensity. He chuckled, unfazed, though he raised both hands in mock surrender, stepping back just enough to respect her warning. [color=ff3396] "Alright, alright,"[/color] he replied smoothly, eyes lingering on hers with playful defiance. [color=ff3396] "I'll be patient. [i]I do fancy myself a fiesty girl after all.[/i]"[/color] She laughed again, genuinely amused at his audacity. [color=#BB253E] "Yeah, well, I like me fiesty too."[/color] Then she spun away, dismissing him with a teasing glance over her shoulder. Angel didn’t bother watching him go. She'd already spun back around and lost herself in the music once more. Yet, as she danced, the feeling of being watched prickled her skin once again. Angel lifted her gaze and let it wander. Through the haze, she found two pairs of eyes fixed upon her. Angel’s smirk faltered for half a second before she recovered, rolling her eyes skyward. One belonged to the long-haired pretty boy Lys had been getting to know very, [i]very[/i] well. And the other had been Lys. And she had caught that look on Lys's face. And just like that, the air felt too hot. She didn’t stop dancing, but Angel did tilt her head ever so slightly, letting a curtain of golden hair fall forward like a shield. [color=#BB253E][i]There's no way she recognizes me. Nope. We're not doing that, universe.[/i][/color] [/color]