[ try as she might to roll along with her own comment, which was actually a suggestion she would not put past an overbearing father with deeper pockets than the Grand Canton, Yin couldn't hold back her own laughter either. Vera's sound effects sealed the deal. ]
Well, excuuuuse me, princess. [ Yin takes the vape back and just, wipes it off on her dress before tucking it back into the sleeve. ] That's it. I'm cutting you off. If you have any more people are definitely going to know you're on something.
That's me. And you're not totally fine. Look where you are, and what you're doing, and who it's with. [ there's a lopsided smile. ] You and I both know we'll be at each others throats again when this wears off so just enjoy it while it lasts.
[ Yin cranes her head back a moment and closes her eyes. she can still hear the music filtering out through the walls of the venue and though the acoustics suck it's enough to get a feel for the important part: the rhythm.
on impulse, Yin holds her hand out. ] Dance with me.
Quit it with that shit. [She smiles.] I don't hate you, you just piss me off.
[Something between that statement and Yin asking for a dance sends her into another giggle fit, maybe it was both of them, it might have been neither. Amazingly, she goes along with it, reaching out and taking the taller girl's hand before giving a respectful curtsy.]
[ the curtsy makes Yin nearly crack up again, but she bites her lip to keep from barking out a laugh. ] Yeah yeah, whatever you just said. [ Yin held on tightly to Vera's hand. ] Before you ask: I'll lead.
[ normally Yin would flinch back from any touch near what's left of her arm, but she's feeling fairly relaxed. there isn't much of a choice either. ] Okay. On the next measure.
[ and with that one, two, three, she starts to move and urge Vera to follow. she isn't an amazing dancer by any means. not unless there's grinding involved, usually. but for something so completely against her image and style she doesn't do half bad. Yin's earlier confidence wasn't a bluff after all. ]
[She's going to need something a little stronger than weed to get her grinding on anything, but the heiress is surprised at how well Yin is keeping her own.]
First nickname I give you sticks 'til a better one comes 'round. That's how I roll. [ y'know, in case Vera thought she was dealing with anything other than a bit of an asshole. ]
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[One more quick puff before she passes the vape back to its owner.]
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I'm totally fine, all it did was make me hungry.
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[ Yin cranes her head back a moment and closes her eyes. she can still hear the music filtering out through the walls of the venue and though the acoustics suck it's enough to get a feel for the important part: the rhythm.
on impulse, Yin holds her hand out. ] Dance with me.
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[Something between that statement and Yin asking for a dance sends her into another giggle fit, maybe it was both of them, it might have been neither. Amazingly, she goes along with it, reaching out and taking the taller girl's hand before giving a respectful curtsy.]
Au chante, mademoiselle.
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[ the curtsy makes Yin nearly crack up again, but she bites her lip to keep from barking out a laugh. ] Yeah yeah, whatever you just said. [ Yin held on tightly to Vera's hand. ] Before you ask: I'll lead.
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Fine, fine, it's better if you set the pace anyway.
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[ and with that one, two, three, she starts to move and urge Vera to follow. she isn't an amazing dancer by any means. not unless there's grinding involved, usually. but for something so completely against her image and style she doesn't do half bad. Yin's earlier confidence wasn't a bluff after all. ]
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Wow, you're actually decent.
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[She trails off, glancing down at their feet.]
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[ she manages to work her way back toward a grin. ] One: I don't think he means it as sarcastically as I do.
Two: I ain't your daddy.
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[The hand on Yin's shoulder moves to her hip, giving it a gentle press to correct her now-slanted stance.]
And you're definitely not.
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