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Tourma followed the other's eyes out to the dance floor and watched for a moment before shrugging, "Everyone's talking, but when I dance I get lost in myself. It's freeing..."

A frown came across her lips, but it was fleeting. "Besides, I come here often... Ever since I was younger." Noticing Tinania's expression, she edged her with an elbow. "Your eyes look dark and twisty, want to vent? I guarantee I don't have anyone to really gossip to. I'm an information safe."

She offered the other a grin while motioning to the bartender for one of her usual, a glass of some strawberry soda concoction. It came with the rum and coke, and glowed a vibrant pink. Even she had to admit that they were addicting for their sheer cuteness. Okay, well maybe not admit out loud or to anyone, but still.

"Hmm... Well I randomly met him earlier this week, but he told me he lost his memory. Then made some sort of crystal thing." Tourma made a dismissive hand motion, more for Tinania's benefit than her own. "I think having chunks of your life taken away regardless of reasons will change a person too much. You can go back, but it'll change you too." She took a sip of her drink. "At least, I think that a journey like that would change you."

"The scene will always be tempting. Though, it'd be nice to go on an adventure somewhere. I'm always so jealous of all these people that have intricate pasts to figure out, or magical skills that need epic quests to develop." Brewing over the right of passage that never really applied to her, Tourma drank some more thoughtfully.

Her tail wrapped around her as someone next to them made a jovial swipe for it, but her attention remained on Tinania. "Not to pry, but did you marry someone else, or...?" Her brow dented somewhat, but her overall expression remained friendly.

Tourmaline listened to her and nodded, "I don't have high hopes for getting married, but that's because I've been glass half full lately. I'm jealous of my parents though. They're that perfect couple. Actually it kind of makes me sick sometimes." She chuckled and shook her head.

As the other downed her drink, Tourma raised an eyebrow. She didn't nag, but she made a mental note just in case Tinania needed a ride home.

"Try having metal inside you. Skeleton, some muscle, etc. Loads of fun." The bitterness in her voice was clear as a bell, but the teenager attempted to stuff her pity party BACK inside. This wasn't going to turn into a shitty life pissing contest.

"******** people who stab you. I hope you got them back." Tourma peered at the fairy critically. The Look was broken at the mention of two girls behind her, and she immediately turned and shot an evil eye at them. Luckily for them, Tourma didn't feel like causing trouble (or getting blood on her clothes), so she simply informed them not to be eavesdropping shitfaces.

Turning back around, Tourma drank the rest of her drink and payed. "Let's get out of here then, before the drunken men hit their bold mark."

Once the checks were settled, she grabbed Tinania's hand while clearing a path to the door. If someone wouldn't move, a simple shoulder check usually did the trick. Hey, she made sure to say "Excuse Me" every time!

"It can be overwhelming," she agreed, letting the summer breeze pleasantly wash over her.

The next question caused her to frown once more, "It's genetic... Like a disease." She poked at the fleck showing on her cheek for emphasis. "It makes me weigh a ******** ton. Makes dancing ballet... lonely. Plus I'm prone to drowning and everything failing if I get to cold."

Taking a deep breath, Tourma settled herself by stuffing a piece of gum from her pocket into her mouth. She offered Tinania a piece while debating whether or not to apologize for the angry mini rant.

Absently, she wondered what it'd feel like to consume someone's soul, but she kept the thought to herself.

It was clear that it had already begun to consume her. Literally. The nearby streetlight brought out the shadows and contrasts of her her bones, which were accentuated by her lack of previous weight and health. Tourmaline grew silent as the older female continued to speak.

The words hit home, but conflicted heavily with what her coach had told her and her desires to become a serious dancer. All the dancers she knew watched their weight, and it had been long overdue for her to start doing such as well.

"I just want to dance. I'm great at it! I just..." She paused, kicking at a piece of loose concrete with the toe of her shoe. "None of the guys can lift me, so I can't have a partner. I can't dance the roles I -deserve-! I need to, but I can't."

Her eyes blinked rapidly to hold back the moisture threatening to spill as she looked up at the night sky. No crying. She refused.

Not expecting the contact and slightly in her own world, Tourmaline jumped slightly when Tinania touched her shoulder. A deep breath later and she attempted a reassuring smile, though it came out forced. "I'll be fine, don't worry. I'm working on it."

A strained laughed followed the joke, and she tried not to think of just how beautiful lifts were in both ballet and ballroom dancing. The envy ate her up inside.

"I'll be fine," the Skullmonkey repeated, a little firmer this time, and with the addition of a more believable smile. However, she couldn't help but lean into the touch. "How long have you and Lucas been dating?" Tourma asked suddenly. Subject change GO!