( there are very few things that quinn can admit to being genuinely good at without any sort of irony. a decent enough singer, a hardworking cheerios captain --constantly struggling to maintain her spot at the top of the pyramid-- and a spectacular failure of a celibacy club president. no, dancing is one of the very few areas in which she's always excelled. practically saved the life of a chubby, unhappy little girl who hasn't yet gotten the idea to drop her first name and instead go by the middle one. nearly a child and still a year and a move of a few hundred miles from being the person she'd grown up dreaming of becoming.
he pulls her close and the fact that she doesn't protest in the slightest is an alcohol induced miracle, or possibly the first telltale hint to the way her heart stutters faintly in her chest. warmth of his hand still enclosing hers, somewhat impressive considering she hadn't expected him to know anything even remotely resembling proper form, quinn's free arm rests loosely on his shoulder.
a bit close for proper maybe, but there's a fuzzy warmth in her head and chest that prevents her from caring too much but does absolutely nothing to help her stifle a giggle, high and soft, at the pickup line. he may be going for the very dramatic fake seriousness, but she truly can't be bothered. )
Only when I'm hoping to get hit on by foreigners. ( clearing her throat, an effort to regain some small sense of composure, she squeezes his hand gently, face splitting into a broad grin. ) I guess that's mission accomplished.
( except then, in a turn quinn is entirely unprepared for, things change. no longer are they swaying idly to the music like high school-ers with no true idea of what they're doing or intention of going any further. they're moving --gliding, she thinks-- easily around the room, so far from the stumbling shuffle she had anticipated. eyes widening faintly, flashing to his as if seeking confirmation that this isn't just some strange prank, her smile falters...recovers quickly. )
Well look at you. ( words light, practically carried on an exhale, though with no lack of of amusement, affection, though this second worries her the most. the same way that the racing of her pulse in her ears or the way her cheeks flush when her eyes fall briefly to his lips before lifting once more concerns her.
this is dangerous. this is a trap that she's managed to avoid through sheer luck if not force of will, but her guard is slipping. bricks in that steadfast wall she's built around herself beginning to crumble piece by piece.
somewhere in the background, the song is still playing, but the words seem to grow fainter with each passing moment. swallowing hard, her tongue darts out to wet her lips. maybe she could just....would it really be so bad if....? ) You're just full of surprises.
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Date: 2015-04-09 06:12 am (UTC)he pulls her close and the fact that she doesn't protest in the slightest is an alcohol induced miracle, or possibly the first telltale hint to the way her heart stutters faintly in her chest. warmth of his hand still enclosing hers, somewhat impressive considering she hadn't expected him to know anything even remotely resembling proper form, quinn's free arm rests loosely on his shoulder.
a bit close for proper maybe, but there's a fuzzy warmth in her head and chest that prevents her from caring too much but does absolutely nothing to help her stifle a giggle, high and soft, at the pickup line. he may be going for the very dramatic fake seriousness, but she truly can't be bothered. )
Only when I'm hoping to get hit on by foreigners. ( clearing her throat, an effort to regain some small sense of composure, she squeezes his hand gently, face splitting into a broad grin. ) I guess that's mission accomplished.
( except then, in a turn quinn is entirely unprepared for, things change. no longer are they swaying idly to the music like high school-ers with no true idea of what they're doing or intention of going any further. they're moving --gliding, she thinks-- easily around the room, so far from the stumbling shuffle she had anticipated. eyes widening faintly, flashing to his as if seeking confirmation that this isn't just some strange prank, her smile falters...recovers quickly. )
Well look at you. ( words light, practically carried on an exhale, though with no lack of of amusement, affection, though this second worries her the most. the same way that the racing of her pulse in her ears or the way her cheeks flush when her eyes fall briefly to his lips before lifting once more concerns her.
this is dangerous. this is a trap that she's managed to avoid through sheer luck if not force of will, but her guard is slipping. bricks in that steadfast wall she's built around herself beginning to crumble piece by piece.
somewhere in the background, the song is still playing, but the words seem to grow fainter with each passing moment. swallowing hard, her tongue darts out to wet her lips. maybe she could just....would it really be so bad if....? ) You're just full of surprises.