[Something's been bothering her all day, a prickle at the back of her neck, the sensation of being watched. She tries to brush it aside, telling herself it's paranoia, nerves about upcoming exams that have her jumping at shadows.
A drink or two takes the edge off, and the crowded bar is... reassuring, in an odd way. She can get lost in the crowd, the press of dancing bodies.
It's easy and simple and when she looks up there's a girl watching her. The smile that crosses her face feels like the most natural thing in the world, as if it was always meant to be there, and she finds herself relieved when the girl comes closer.
Dancing has always been something she enjoys. Whether she's good at it or not hardly matters; she has fun, and that's exactly what she's doing now, with Cass. The girl moves like she was born for it, a fluidity that Steph could only dream of when she was aiming for the Olympics. It's beautiful and breath-taking and maybe it should make her feel self-conscious, except there's no discordance despite the obvious disparity in their skill level.
When there's a brief lull in the music, Steph leans over without hesitating, a hand on Cass's arm to keep her balance while she speaks against her ear.]
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A drink or two takes the edge off, and the crowded bar is... reassuring, in an odd way. She can get lost in the crowd, the press of dancing bodies.
It's easy and simple and when she looks up there's a girl watching her. The smile that crosses her face feels like the most natural thing in the world, as if it was always meant to be there, and she finds herself relieved when the girl comes closer.
Dancing has always been something she enjoys. Whether she's good at it or not hardly matters; she has fun, and that's exactly what she's doing now, with Cass. The girl moves like she was born for it, a fluidity that Steph could only dream of when she was aiming for the Olympics. It's beautiful and breath-taking and maybe it should make her feel self-conscious, except there's no discordance despite the obvious disparity in their skill level.
When there's a brief lull in the music, Steph leans over without hesitating, a hand on Cass's arm to keep her balance while she speaks against her ear.]
Can I buy you a drink?