[ She's tiny, even in her towering high heels, but not so tiny that her breath doesn't ghost across his neck when she leans in to whisper to him. He doesn't shiver, but his hand flexes at her spine. ]
You know I don't drink, Dani.
[ That's not particularly true, but it's true while he's working, and he can't exactly tell her I can't drink while I'm working with all these people milling around them, ripe to overhear an incautious word.
He should be having fun. Most of the people in attendance are his peers, quite a few he even went to school with. Gwen's not here, but that doesn't really mean anything, and honestly, he's grateful not to have to manage her as well as Danielle. His sisters are too young to attend this kind of thing, so he should feel free enough to let loose, to dance, to laugh. And yet he's defaulted to his usual party stance: straight-backed, alert, unsmiling.
It takes conscious effort to relax his shoulders, to let them curl in slightly and lean towards Danielle, to smooth out his frown. ] What's the name of this song?
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You know I don't drink, Dani.
[ That's not particularly true, but it's true while he's working, and he can't exactly tell her I can't drink while I'm working with all these people milling around them, ripe to overhear an incautious word.
He should be having fun. Most of the people in attendance are his peers, quite a few he even went to school with. Gwen's not here, but that doesn't really mean anything, and honestly, he's grateful not to have to manage her as well as Danielle. His sisters are too young to attend this kind of thing, so he should feel free enough to let loose, to dance, to laugh. And yet he's defaulted to his usual party stance: straight-backed, alert, unsmiling.
It takes conscious effort to relax his shoulders, to let them curl in slightly and lean towards Danielle, to smooth out his frown. ] What's the name of this song?