Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Edy fuck you <3 Hair a mess of tangles, Edy wound a strand of it around her finger as she continued her staring contest with Chunk. She was determined as all fuck to win this round despite her appalling track record thus far. However as she leaned forward, glaring at the cat and trying to close her eyelids enough to moisten her eyes but not actually blink, Chunk suddenly shot out a paw quick as a flash towards Edy's face. "FFFF—" She hissed recoiling, however the paw had stopped dead in the air, and Edy was quite fucking certain the hairball was smirking at her, because low and behold, she'd blinked. "Bastard." She snarled affectionately, before whirling around as Bastien finally stopped chatting with one of the locals. "Nope." Edy replied immediately and unhelpfully with a shrug of her bony shoulders. "Why? You worried they'll have a quicker tongue than you?" She purred salaciously, cocking a brow and running her tongue across her lips with a smirk. As he mentioned dancing though, the teenagers eyes lit up and she scurried forward on nimble feet towards her coworker. "Seven Veils, hmm?" She cooed, biting her lip in earnest now as she reached out a hand towards Bastien. If he took it, she'd raise it and spin nimbly beneath his fingers. "Care to demonstrate?" Not that you'd know it from the way Edy generally comported herself, but she'd actually been more or less bred for high society. Edy could be a socialite if and when she needed to, it just turned out that she needed too far less than her years of training would suggest. Either way though, Bastien would find his coworker a more than worthy dance partner; supple, athletic, and (for being such a fiery explosion all the time) shockingly good at being led.