( Well, if this isn't hell already, they can at least go to hell for ridiculous innuendo. Kate just snorts with amusement and watches the gun go back into Lup's trousers with a slight wave of relief washing over her, because she's not sure if there's a cure - superpowered or not - for blown off buttocks. )
Hope so, if you're gonna wave it around like that.
( Who said being terrible was reserved solely for tall elves? But for now, Kate would rather enjoy the dancing when the music changes, naturally coming a step closer as she feels hands against her hips. It's a good night, even if her prize is less exciting than Lup's, and there's drink and dancing.
She finds she minds this shit less the older she gets, the self-consciousness of enjoying things wearing away, letting her dance more freely, losing herself to the rhythm. )
Least their idea of music isn't too different.
( People talk about music being universal, and Kate's never understood that notion properly until Hadriel started trying to throw parties. At least she can still dance to this. )
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Hope so, if you're gonna wave it around like that.
( Who said being terrible was reserved solely for tall elves? But for now, Kate would rather enjoy the dancing when the music changes, naturally coming a step closer as she feels hands against her hips. It's a good night, even if her prize is less exciting than Lup's, and there's drink and dancing.
She finds she minds this shit less the older she gets, the self-consciousness of enjoying things wearing away, letting her dance more freely, losing herself to the rhythm. )
Least their idea of music isn't too different.
( People talk about music being universal, and Kate's never understood that notion properly until Hadriel started trying to throw parties. At least she can still dance to this. )