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Melethia was impressed by Renault's dancing skills. She didn't notice that her heart rate was a bit up. She was REALLY enjoying herself.

Tibarn grinned. "I don't have any problem with that," he said, taking a few deep breaths. The two of them hadn't gotten much breathing done in the past minute or so, during which they had gotten themselves a small audience of onlookers. Slowly, the Hawk pulled Ayra out of the doorway and into the main part of the room, where the backs of his legs collided with the arm of a recliner and the two of them toppled into it with Ayra on top.

Tibarn wasn't exactly displeased by this development, but it made things extremely awkward for his right wing, so he slowly shifted until he found himself around the right way in the chair, and he kissed her lightly again. "Mmmh... Part of me wants to keep making out, but I'm really thirsty..." He gently patted her rump. "Stand up for a second, babe, I'm gonna get us some drinks..."

Amelia was ready to speak as Siegell seemed to be finished, pulling away. But nope, he just leaned right back in. Amelia's eyes had never closed, focused on the hair that fell over Siegell's mask. She hated the man and she wanted him to stop it and go away, but Amelia knew she'd be lying if she thought this wasn't nice, very nice. And she kind of hated herself for it.

It was about when he sighed again and she felt the very odd sensation of his breath against her mouth (though not altogether unpleasant) when she got a full grip on what was going on. Push him away. Push him away!

She pressed her hands against his chest and tried to shove him back. He was much heavier than her, though, and succeeded instead in forcing herself to step back a few paces, effectively bridging a gap between them. Amelia gasped out a little breath, more out of the sudden introduction to so much oxygen all at once than truly being breathless, and gave Siegell and angry look, pursing her lips before wiping them off once on her sleeve. She said nothing, face blazing a cherry red, giving a rather comedic effect when her gold-blonde hair was put into the picture.

Alihi smiled innocently. "Yeah! We can't just stand here awkwardly the whole time! Anything you'd like to do, or do I have to drag you to do something of my choice?" Her voice was confident, masking how embarrassed she actually was.

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Resting his other hand on Fire Dragon's shoulder, Nils moved in time with the music, a smile clear on his face.

"Seems like you may not have much luck today. Then again, you don't know yet. I just hope someone comes."

Siegell let her push herself back, releasing her as soon as he felt her hands push against his chest. "Thanks for the dance," he murmured, chuckling softly. A playful bow, and Siegell slipped off through the crowd to leave a red-faced Amelia to think about her first kiss.

He spied Nils' unmistakeable hair on the dance floor, and started to head over to apologize-- but decided not to interrupt the bard's dance. Instead, finding himself a bit parched after the long occupation of his mouth, he slipped to the refreshment table and got himself a glass of punch, which he downed quickly before he moved to the wall to see if he couldn't find a new dance partner.

(Sorry, my sister kicked me off)

"Im going to go get some punch." Aran went to the punch bowl and poured himself a glass. He came back to NoMetal who was talking with Valter and continued his conversation. He nodded to Valter and said "Well he is the Host Club.. leader.. thing.. Whatever it's called, or he's just late"