22 April 2012
Seph burst out laughing and momentarily lost the beat at the completely undancey song. She soon straightened up though, firing Andy a challenging look. "Well c'mon then! That ain't putting me off!" Granted she had to dance slow but that meant that she could put more detail in the flick of her hands and the tilt of her head, little things like that. She didn't know she was apparently dancing provocatively until a loud wolf whistle echoed from the other end of the club, she simply laughed then but carried on dancing, watching Andy with a challenging raise of the eyebrow.
Jake glugged down half of the bottle he had retrieved from the drunk and looked down to her with an actually interested raise of his eyebrow, "What kind of stuff do you play?" He queried with a small smile, chugging down the bottle as fast as he could until the alcohol burned the back of his throat. Not that that was a new feeling to him. He then decided it would be fun to try and stack the two empty bottles on the table. Just because he could.
WWRY (BVB Fanfic) 115. Firing Andy • Opuss № I