Closed Dancing off the Shell(Lander)

[Coralie]

His expression was changing, and from her point of view, it was most subconscious. She could almost see the gears turning in his head, his thoughts looping in and out of one another, making a tangled up mess. She'd been back and forth that night. She wasn't usually like that. Maybe it was the atmosphere. She could almost guarantee that's what it was. That and the drinking. It was making her thoughts and actions go a little haywire. She probably wouldn't find herself back here again unless she had absolutely nothing else to do. Or maybe she would. If she knew anything for sure at that moment, it'd be a miracle.

She wondered if her back and forth, unstable personality had gotten to him. It had definitely gotten to her, and she'd find herself more angry and confused than anything. And maybe she wouldn't. Maybe everything would be blurry and she wouldn't even remember meeting him.

She danced with him, as he'd said to do. It was basically an echo of her own request to dance not but a few moments ago. Her thoughts weren't looping together right, almost like it'd appeared for the owner of the hands on her back. Her eyes were distant, as if she were thinking long and hard. Perhaps it appeared she was daydreaming. But really, up in her head, she wasn't thinking much of anything. Not even, really, being conscious of anything other than the movements she was doing on the floor. The change of music wasn't hardly noticed. Her gold eyes looked around the dance floor, to Lander, and back around again.

[Lander]

She was very distracted, that much he could see. And Coralie, she could probably tell how uncomfortable he was. This sort of intimate junk wasn't his norm. But still, he danced - moving slowly and carefully - leading her in very simple steps through the crowd. It was mostly a 1 - 2 sort of beat, where he swayed from foot to foot. Barely even a dance. The average dance for him involved a lot more grinding and grabbing. Lander sighed, watching her watch the crowd. This had been what she'd wanted, wasn't it? He'd gone out on this stupid limb to make her happy, feeling compelled not to be a jerk and hurt her feelings. But he wasn't so sure, now.

He looked over at the crowd as well, watching a couple grind to their heart's content. Lander sighed again. The lucky ones. He looked back at Coralie, suddenly considering changing his mind about being chivalrous. He was confident he could bed her. There were so many things women wanted to hear. He could murmur delicious lies to her, promising to take care of her and how his feelings had grown for her throughout the night, all the while coaxing her body into arousal. Get some more alcohol into her, take her to a secluded alcove and work some "magic" on her. But he finally pushed those thoughts away.

If anything, she was just getting on his nerves, and Lander was humoring her with a dance, not wanting to blow her off and ruin her night. He'd spent his nights in far less desirable situations than this, so he'd live. But honestly. She was barely looking at him except for the occasional glance his way. No wonder he wasn't a chivalrous man. It didn't pay off. "See something interesting?" he finally asked. Did it his voice sound a little peeved? Maybe.

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[Harrier]

Coralie, you need to update your CS with summers expenses, as well as add your threads to your CS. Once you've done that, contact me and I can give you your grade. You also will want to turn in any job threads you had during the course of the summer.

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(c) Phoenix