She poked a finger into his side and laughed. "You know darn well it wasn't that kind of dancing, Mister. They have a good jazz club and I might have cut a bit of rug. Something else you should have been there for."
She turned her face up to his and closed her eyes at the feel of his fingers through her hair. Everything felt better. She'd probably regret a great deal in the morning, but Aidan had a way of making her not care now. Well, Aidan and the drinks she'd had. She liked to think it was mostly him.
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Date: 2012-09-04 04:15 am (UTC)She turned her face up to his and closed her eyes at the feel of his fingers through her hair. Everything felt better. She'd probably regret a great deal in the morning, but Aidan had a way of making her not care now. Well, Aidan and the drinks she'd had. She liked to think it was mostly him.