Ingrid.
Bumping.
Grinding.
Sashaying.
Swaying.
Ingrid: aching; blood pumping; sweating.
Ingrid is not giving up, not giving in. She is the Vernal Sovereign! The dance floor is her domain!
Oh who is she kidding?
Herself probably.
(Open) Acclaim the Night
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Ingrid.
Bumping.
Grinding.
Sashaying.
Swaying.
Ingrid: aching; blood pumping; sweating.
Ingrid is not giving up, not giving in. She is the Vernal Sovereign! The dance floor is her domain!
Oh who is she kidding?
Herself probably.
An eyebrow was raised at the Wisps question, and sapphires look around.
All she could do was shrug. What everyone else was doing aside from her and her friends didn’t concern her.
Ingrid appeared to be giving it her all, and Sera smiles.
This was a good time!
But she was losing steam, her moves less impressive then they previously were.
She makes a motion for drinks.
1 success
Silence and shrugs, Mhairi pouts but dosen't make a fuss.
Then as Ingrid pulls shimmies and sashays like no ones business, Sera slows down gesturing to the bar. Which Mhairi can't help but nod too "Yes!" drinks sounded good, "Drinks sound good!"
Mhairi smiles and tries to get Ingrid's attention, "Drinks?" waiting a bear, Mhairi follows the Nix to the bar.
"Appletini!" she orders for herself.
Ingrid is lost in the moment with her ears thumping, her heart pumping, and her legs aching.
So are her feet, come to think of it.
Snapped back to reality she finds herself shimmying in a vacant space with... Seraphina over at the bar and Mhairi calling before she too, turns and strikes out across the floor.
Ingrid slows, the momentum flowing from her while her chest heaves, and she is suddenly aware of how damp she feels.
"Uh. Yeah. Whatever."
The Darkling follows behind, bobbing around a group of guys who were likewise heading for the bar. She snatches a compliment and is still laughing when she rocks up to the rest of her motley.
Legs quivering, Ingrid is actually glad she finds a vacant stool to sit on.
Once everyone seemed on board, Sera moves back to the bar.
But she orders a water. Cause dancing was making her thirsty! And no way a sweet nonalcoholic drink was gonna help that.
Taking a few gulps of the ice water, she grins to her dance partners, fanning her face,
“Wow, it suddenly got hot out there! But think we pretty much nailed and owned that dance floor!”
Mhairi might also need the water but the wisp wanted to keep the warm fluttery feeling alive and happily sips her sour apple and vodka concoction.
Then snorts, "You owned the dance floor!" chimes the wisp, ignorant of the Vernal Sovereign's feeling as the trio danced.
"Yes! It was all you." Ingrid added reluctantly between gasps.
Seraphina certainly had the right idea. Water - cool, refreshing, water - was what she needed. She obtained her own glass and down it greedily. That was her first and only priority.
Laughing, she puts her water down,
“No way I’m owning that. I never would have even dared dance if it wasn’t for you that last time we were out.” She had been terrified of going out on the dance floor. “Dancing is not my thing. Standing in one place looking pretty and singing? Yes, that's my thing.” She could stand still like it was no ones business.
A smirk was given to Ingrid, “Come now. You guys can’t sell yourselves short. I simply won’t hear it!” but she laughs and takes another drink of water.
“I have to say, I’m loving these girls night out!”
A laugh and a head shake. "Seea. You're fairer then them all. Of course you're fucking awesome on the dance floor. Plus. I'm sure when you've sange on stage you gotta see people dancing. You totally picked up some of those moves!" Mhairi says, not quite realizing what she was saying as the pleasant haze continued to keep her warm.
"I suck at dancing. So I know I was bad out there." and nothing would convince her otherwise.
"It is awesome. But I wish we hadn't scared off everyone else. It would have been nice wake up in a random appartment." the elemental says ever so bluntly.
Ingrid finished draining her glass in a most unladylike manner.
"You still can... wake... in a strange apartment." She took a breath while a stray hand raked through her dampening hair.
"I mean... Look around you. Dinner is served!" Ingrid was too flushed to make one of her customary snickering smiles.
"Just, like, go up to a guy and... You know. Do you. It will be glorious! Can I have another drink?"