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She pauses her dance explanation to fully take the moment to admire him, shameless with her up and down assessment. "Oh honey, you are a tall glass of water, you're gonna get gobbled up tonight." It has never been a question in her mind how Thorn came to be employed here. The nitty gritty of it escapes her, seems not the kind of question to ask truthfully, but all it takes is one look at him to be sure. He's got youth on his side still, sure, but he's lean with an athlete's strength and grace, and his smile could charm the pants off anyone. She isn't sure if the compliment lands the same way for someone in his line of work, but she means it regardless—besides, being desired for free always feels good.
A delighted laugh erupts as he pieces over all the dance jargon like a mother sorting the dirty socks of her teenage son. "Oh you know it," she murmurs as she links an arm with his and sets them on course for the dance floor. "One step at a time though pardner, literallly." She grins as they near, the prior song dying down and the crowd thinning as some take a seat to breathe. The band picks back up without much respite, the next number an easier one for beginners, and fun. She pulls him over to an edge, lining up next to his side amid the crowd. "Make a square—step right, forward, left, back. Right side step, left side step, kick ball-chain, side step, side step, kick ball-chain. Pivot. Heel, heel. Stomp spread. Hip swing. Repeat." she murmurs to him as she drifts through the motions, taking cues from the lyrics of the song and the neighbors around them. Her smile beams, insistent on carrying him through the motions until they settle with familiarity, likely near the end of the song.
Shaboozeey's A Bar Song - Line Dancing
A delighted laugh erupts as he pieces over all the dance jargon like a mother sorting the dirty socks of her teenage son. "Oh you know it," she murmurs as she links an arm with his and sets them on course for the dance floor. "One step at a time though pardner, literallly." She grins as they near, the prior song dying down and the crowd thinning as some take a seat to breathe. The band picks back up without much respite, the next number an easier one for beginners, and fun. She pulls him over to an edge, lining up next to his side amid the crowd. "Make a square—step right, forward, left, back. Right side step, left side step, kick ball-chain, side step, side step, kick ball-chain. Pivot. Heel, heel. Stomp spread. Hip swing. Repeat." she murmurs to him as she drifts through the motions, taking cues from the lyrics of the song and the neighbors around them. Her smile beams, insistent on carrying him through the motions until they settle with familiarity, likely near the end of the song.
Shaboozeey's A Bar Song - Line Dancing
I had some help
It ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
Don't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelf
It ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
Don't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelf
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
