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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]The black lace fabric floated around Andy’s frame unable to settle before a bounce or twirl sent it drifting in another direction. Every part of her body moved independently, hands alternated going up into the air and down to her shoulders with the drums, her head rocked back and forth with every second beat of tempo, and her hips swayed in sync with the deep rumbling base. Each piece was in tune with its own melody, but as a whole, created a fluid painting come to life against the canvas of the party. Dancing by herself meant she didn’t have to mirror someone else’s movements or fit together like a puzzle.The music was her guide. It led and she followed. There was no overthinking or caring about how she looked. 

While she kept her eyes closed most of the time, every so often she let them open, momentarily taking in the dance floor, or the bar, or whatever angle of the party laid before in that brief glimpse. She saw the bonfire with a handful of demigods gathered around in conversation. She saw the lone sledding hill, empty and backlit by the countdown clock. Another glance showed a girl with long silky black hair, in jeans and some type of moccasin boots, twirling her way onto the dance floor. And another revealed the returning form of Mason after leaving Trinity behind at the edge of the party.

Rather than look away, she watched as he crossed the field with a stoic determination, unaware of her lingering gaze. Andy studied the way the folds of his shirt shifted against his chest as he walked and the tension in his neck muscle that dipped below his unbuttoned collar. His stride was strong and confident, yet unbothered, as he beelined straight for the bar. He barely attended parties and was only there for her… and [i]definitely[/i] didn’t dance. Yet a part of her wanted his gaze to find her and his feet to follow. 

As her sharp gaze attempted to will him over, another male manifested out of the corner of her eye. The unfamiliar man was similar in height and stature to Mason, but had fiery red unkempt hair. He didn’t wear semi formal clothes or look dressed for a party, rather his jeans, sneakers and oversized tank top disclosed the likelihood of him arriving not long before. Even if he had just climbed his way up the mountain, he seamlessly weaved and swayed his way through the crowd, making his way right toward her. 

[color=04ed42]"Nice moves,"[/color] he spoke up loud enough to make sure she could hear him over the loud music and bustle of the party. [color=04ed42]"Mind if I join you?"[/color]

Andy slowly spun around, turning to face the redheaded stranger with a chuckle and friendly smile. [color=bd1664]"I hadn’t noticed,"[/color] she replied. The last thing on her mind was her dancing and how it might have looked to onlookers. It could have been sexy or it could have unhinged, she wouldn’t have known a difference. A small twist of guilt tugged at her stomach when he asked to join. Her gaze flitted over to where she last saw Mason, hoping he might swoop in, but he wasn’t there. She looked back over at her present company, her friendly smile returning to her face. The last thing she wanted was to be rude to a new camper. She wasn’t the leader… anymore, but she still felt an obligation to be open and welcoming. 

While the prospect made her anxious and prickled at the back of her neck, she motioned at the dance floor around her. [color=bd1664]"Sure, it’s an open dance floor,"[/color] she agreed while taking a slight step back to make room for him. Andy wasn’t the type of girl to immediately shout [i]’I have a boyfriend’[/i] whenever a guy spoke to her. It was rude. Plus, dancing was harmless… Until it wasn’t. Perhaps it was naive of her to assume it was platonic and just a way to meet someone new or break the ice. But he hadn’t pushed any boundaries, so there was no reason for her to draw a line in the sand… Not yet anyway. 

Her dancing and swaying lulled as she leaned forward slightly so he could hear her over the music. [color=bd1664]"I’m Andy,"[/color] she said, while offering him her right hand.[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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