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[DVFP] It's a Date Then (S 2.1)
Sierra,
During your long set, Krin watched you. She chatted with her friends, the other members of Last's gang, even a few members of the crue. She scream-sang "We Not Gonna Take It!" along with everyone else, and drank half a bottle of booze, you think. As your songs wound down and requests slowed, she disappeared for a few minutes.
You play the final notes of the last song, pull the fall over the keys, then head for the bar. You catch Krin sauntering back into the room. She's pulled her hair back into a ponytail, which shows off her earrings. You notice she's added a bit of foundation, hiding the tiredness around her eyes. She evidently didn't have time to reapply her nail polish, her nails are still short, stubby things with hints of cracked polish, dark purple. She's removed her arm guard and gloves, which make her look a hint more delicate, and also show off the full sleeve of tats on her right arm. Her left hand sports a nasty burn scar along the back, something long and thick, from the wrist to her knuckles, old and discolored.
Krin takes a seat by the bar, sliding onto a stool by JD, but she's definitely watching you approach, a soft smile on her face, eyes confident but interested.
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What do you do?
"I have at least a few minutes. Next time, you should request a song."
Flirting, I hope we aren't flirting. I don't know how to flirt. Her earrings are pretty though. Maybe I should say something about them? I open my mouth a bit to give the compliment, but chicken out and smile instead, reaching for my drink.
I'm going to need it.
She reaches over to touch your arm, "Ever heard The Pirate Song? I heard it on a shiny once, it has a nice beat. The band was fun. Do you dance?"
She places her hand on my arm and it feels so good. I don't think I realized how much I missed another humans touch. I don't know what to do with it though, so I don't do anything.
"Pirate Song? Like yo ho ho and a bottle of rum?" I don't think I know the band. I'm about to ask who they are when she asks about dancing.
Do I dance? Hoolies, what a question. The last time I danced was at a Grand Ball for all the quadrant leaders. They had me trussed up like the Moon, a silver silk number but left a lot of skin showing and my hair in a rhinestone net. It was supposed to look like stars. Gloriana, of course was dressed in a rich gold silk, her red hair twisted around an elaborate headdress, was the sun.
I wasn't allowed to stay long. I was never allowed to stay at the balls. They let me come in for two songs, Gloriana and I danced while everyone watched and I accidentally stepped on her dress during a turn in the last song. Nothing happened, we didn't even miss a beat, but I could see the fury in her eyes. Afterwards they led me back to our rooms.
That night she whipped me until I cried.
It wasn't always bad. We danced as children too. Musicians filling our, her, rooms and Gloriana twirling me and twirling me. We'd laugh and she'd tell me she loved me...
But do I dance?
"I have danced, but I'm not sure I'm much of a dancer? Do you?"
"Listen you I know it's awful,
To lose your man to a circus freak!
Soon enough he'll be forgotten"
The other 'Zons scream out, "Don't you cry now!"
Then Krin keeps going, "Just look away and count to three."
The all count and shout, "1-2-3 Hey!"
Krin continues with, "When your man has left your side,
she's the one you want.
Little Sandra has the charm,
to take them all.
You'll have to learn to be alone,
and let him go!"
She beats out another rhythm on the bar and laughs. The 'Zons hoot and holler, and Krin grins, "I dance. We should dance. Me and you."
When she asks me to dance I freeze up a moment. Dancing is a lot more touching than just holding hands, or is it? I don't think she's going to try to twirl me around a ballroom. How do gangers dance? Searching for an out, I look over to catch Esco's eye. If he's ready I should speak to him, but he's not there.
"I don't even know how to dance to music like that," I laugh, clearly nervous, this is a bad idea. "We don't even have music."
Lala, a brunette with a deep tan and slightly sunken eyes, reaches into a canvas bag by her feet and pulls out a small silver music player, very much contraband that Fippers would smash or take, and turns it on, then swipes at a cracked screen until this lays on a single tinny speaker:
The 'Zons start pushing tables out of the middle of the bar, a few of them grab some Crue up out of their seats.
What do you do?
I rotate her hand on my wrist, so mine is on top and I use it to gain some leverage. I pull her towards me. Her pretty earrings filling up my vision. From here I can see I few of the beads have gone missing, but they're still lovely. Obviously, once something of quality.
"What if I told you, that knowing me, could put you in danger." I whisper, completely unsuccessful in keeping the nervousness from my voice.
She slides back and starts swaying to the music, still connected to you, but not clinging, not demanding.
The rest of the floor is filling up, with 'Zons, Esco's girls and guys, and crue. What do you do?
Frack it.
What could a little dancing hurt. I'll jut copy the others and make it look as good as I can. Downing my drink, purely for courage, I nod and smile at her.
"Well, as long as you don't mind me stepping on your feet. "
I sway with her and let her pull me along.
Krin laughs at the idea of foot stepping, since she's wearing some steel-toed. The crue crowds in a couple times and Guns tries to make a mosh pit happen, but Tesla redirects him to Rose, who pulls him to a chair and starts making out with him. It works to keep him cool.
The Cannonball song is followed by some song with a lady screaming about "Calling the Doctor", which evidently is also danceable. Some chairs are knocked over and beers are spilled, but the rody is kept to a low hum of activity.
What do you do?
And then there is Krin, always there, in my orbit. Laughing, touching but never too much, even once moving me out of the way from some of the rowdier bunch.
I'm just looking over to the bar to see if Esco showed back up when Krin grabs my hand. She starts walking towards the outside I slow down to a stop, gentling her to follow my lead.
"I - It's not that I don't want to but, I've already been longer than I should have." I look down and brace myself for her disappointment. I know what disappointment means. At the thought my hands break out into a sweat and my voice gets less... just less. There is water in my eyes, frack why am I suddenly scared. "There's a conversation..."
I feel light headed. What is happening? I don't actually think Krin would hurt me.
No? but she could. And who would stop her, a treacherous voice answers back.
I try to breathe deep. "I'm sorry..."
"Maybe another time? My bike's smooth, I take good care of her. No pressure, it's green. Just nice. Spending time with ya." She seems like she wants to move closer, but is a bit unsure if that would only freak you out.
She looks wrecked.
I'm a total floop. Frack. Like yelling into the sky is going to somehow make me shiney and new.
By the time she's complementing me again, I've more or less got my self under control and am forcing my hands down to my sides.
"I..." I force myself to breath and stand straight. Baby steps... "I'm sorry, I just... " I lick my lips, unintentionally mimicking her tick. "Bad ex, you know? Still got some stuff to work out. It... uh... it, you didn't do anything wrong."
I move not closer to her, exactly, but I lean into the space between us. "I had fun, with you. Maybe, maybe another time? When I've got my head on straight."
[OOC: Hypnotize or is Sierra too much of a wreck at this point - or does that not really matter as long as they are along and sharing something]
Yes, Hypnotic fires. Let's see those dice.
She moves back towards the dance floor, leaving you to yourself.
I turn and make my way to the bar, rubbing my eyes to clear the tears. Hopefully, people were too drunk to notice my little freak out.
Sitting down, I nod at JD and motion for a drink. "Hey, JD, do you know where Esco got to?"
"You look beat. You should get some sleep."
My skin is crawling, I'm sweaty and skin starved. I'm poised to drakk something up if I keep at it.
"Thanks, JD. Could you let him know I stopped by? Tell him I'm ready to talk whenever he's available?" That bed is sounding better and better. I nod at JD, turning to leave, and run my hand through my sweat soaked hair.
Maybe after a shower...
Sierra, How does a shower work in The Irons? Collected water system? Or was that... just a memory of times before?
Frack, maybe I can get him to let me use it sometime.
But the genpop washroom on my block is just a curtained off area. You get a bucket of water, some soap (if you don't have your own) and you scrub down. Oil if they don't have any water on hand or you don't have the jingle to pay for it. There's a small thin trench in the ground that acts like a drain. I try to go in the hours when I'll have the most privacy. It isn't glamorous, but it gets the job done.
The wash helps, and you are able to catch some sleep. You're woken by the sounds of Motley and his crue riding off, the rumble of cycles echoing down the shaft.
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