I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Her hands are small in his and butterfly-soft, the glitter she radiates creating a halo effect as she looks up with that effortless grin. Koa, of course, smiles back boldly, one hand shifting easily to her hip. "Alright, I got you. Follow my lead!" And then he's pushing her back, her hand in his, before pulling her into him again with a flourish and a laugh. His feet move with the music, keeping a six-beat pattern constant as he repeats the step, this time spinning Nova around before they reunite. He'd taken swing classes for a while when he was younger (mostly as a way to pick up girls), and while he may be a little rusty, it doesn't take much for him to get back into the swing of things (eh, eh?).
There is literally nothing flirtatious in Nova's manner, as far as he can tell (and he can usually tell), making this experience that much odder while simultaneously that much more free. It's more like dancing with his sister than a stranger in a nightclub, fun and friendly and without all the tension of are we gonna go to your place next, or mine? "So where are you from?" he asks as they once again come together, Koa's hand returning to her hip as he leads her in a triple step. He'd guess Torchline, from the sun-kissed freckles and the faint scent of salt spray she carries around, but it's never polite to assume.
There is literally nothing flirtatious in Nova's manner, as far as he can tell (and he can usually tell), making this experience that much odder while simultaneously that much more free. It's more like dancing with his sister than a stranger in a nightclub, fun and friendly and without all the tension of are we gonna go to your place next, or mine? "So where are you from?" he asks as they once again come together, Koa's hand returning to her hip as he leads her in a triple step. He'd guess Torchline, from the sun-kissed freckles and the faint scent of salt spray she carries around, but it's never polite to assume.
Koa Carpenter
If that's your girl, better watch your back
'Cause she'll burn it up for me, and that's a fact
'Cause she'll burn it up for me, and that's a fact
