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[indent][color=darkgray]Whatever this place was, it was a hell of a trip.

The food was divine, the warm environment in the dead of winter was clearly supernatural, and the cavalcade of faces who seemed unfazed by the entire situation left Nate’s head spinning. He looked desperately for some sort of trash bin, but settled for setting his empty plate on a random table. He removed the pack from his pocket, flicking it up and removing one. It hung loosely in his mouth, barely hooked at an awkward angle between his teeth. He lit it with an old zippo, and it took but a moment before that cooling sensation returned again. His eyes shifted to another outsider, another lost soul who seemed as out of place as he was. But it was clear she was at least making the steps to try and figure out where she was going. It was probably the right choice.

New Years Eve wasn’t the night for good choices.

Nate’s gaze followed Amorey as she bounced between folks near the bar, taking a long drag of his cigarette. A flash of red hair sent a slight chill down his spine, and he instinctively averted his gaze. He knew it wasn’t Her, but the last thing he wanted to think about was family or why exactly he was here. He deserved to cut loose a little. Nate unslung the duffel bag from his shoulders, letting it plop on the ground next to an empty table. The sweat trickling down his back made it evident the layers he had brought were no longer needed. He put the pack of cigarettes and lighter in his back pockets and started to remove his outer layers. The jacket was simple, but he was careful to work around the cigarette when removing his hoodie. He continued smoking all the while, smoke billowing out of his lips as a relieved sigh involuntarily slipped at the sudden relief. His oversized tank top felt a bit out of place for the evening, but it would have to do.

As Nate’s eyes shifted to a few lonely dancers in the nearby field, a small smile crept up his face. Dancing he could do. He didn’t even notice the pain in his feet and joints melt away, his body unconsciously bouncing to the rhythm all on its own. He took one last drag before extinguishing his Newport on his dirty plate. After a moment of swaying, he knew where he was heading. With each step, his knees and hips seemed to grow a little more fluid. His head bobbed and swayed as he broke away from the tables, letting the bass guide him. Before he knew it, he was halfway across the field, letting a twirl of lace be his guiding star. His entire body appeared to be a bit more fluid now, as his chest and hips seemed to sway along. He slid along slowly, making his presence obvious to Andy as he entered her vicinity. His voice was just loud enough to cut through the music, trained from years of mixers and nightclubs. [color=04ed42]”Nice moves.”[/color] He waited for the young woman’s attention to shift in his direction before continuing. [color=04ed42]”Mind if I join you?”[/color]
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[hr]Location: Dancefloor
Interactions: Andy [@Mjolnir]
Mentions: (Noticed) Amorey, Evelyn