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Sal

She had to admit that Vas' reaction to her advances had surprised her greatly. The 'arm candy' remark had hurt but she dismissed it quickly, allowing herself to pulled towards the stairs. When he stopped at the bottom and took off his mask, she did a double take but it was not for the reasons that he was thinking if he had noticed.

Her back found the wall as she leaned back, watching him. "That's one hell of a pair of eyes you got there, Vas," she said, keeping eye contact, "Are you okay though?" Of course, she had noticed the scarring but what if he did not want to talk about it? Sal shook herself and walked up a few steps. "Do you have any meds for it?" Her tone was actually that of a concerned person. Nami was contagious.

Sal

"Who said that I needed your protection?" she said, making a point of passing him on the stairs so that she was on the landing, waiting. His story was fantastical, to say the least. Obviously, he was one of the "super soldiers". Sal rolled her eyes as though she was becoming bored.

"Cancer," she whispered quizzically and spotted the screen revealed by his rolled up sleeve. "What type of cancer? Do you need any help with the medication? It sounds like a lot." Her body shook for a second with aniticipation. She wanted to know more about the party.

Sal

She liked this banter that they had going. Sal entered the hall as Vas dealt with the music levels and told her about his cancer. Again, he presented something that should have sparked a million questions in her to say out loud. Instead though, she took the information as it came. Everybody had a past and it did not feel right to dig into his own any deeper. She nodded and allowed the subject change.

"Nami doesn't drink anymore," she answered him, stealing the flask from his hands, "However, I still do." Sal glanced over at the music booth. He must have some sort of electronic help. After knowing him for such a few minutes, she would not put it passed him. Her head bobbed a little to his scratching but her face pretended to be a mask of hurt and sorrow at his decision to wear his own mask with black lenses. "Aw and hide those beauties from the girls? What a tease you are."

The flask found her lips and she threw her head back for a brief moment before resting the flask down. It was the burn that she was addicted to more than anything else. Sal eyed Vas and slipped off the stool to stand by him behind the bar. "What a silly question. Of course, I'm in. I came here to work, didn't I? Hmm," she paused, "a piece of meat. Well, I would like to think that I'm more...delectable than a piece of meat, don't you?"

Her brown eyes flashed at him. "So basically, you need a dancer? That one person to get the crowd moving especially if we end up with a bunch of shy ones? Meh, I can do that." She had ignored responding to the remark on her beauty. Compliments like that were just the facts to her. Now, the woman leaned against the counter, not exactly paying attention to the proximity between herself and the man, and closed her eyes, tapping one of her boots against the floor cupboards to the beat. "When does the party start? I have to plan."

((Okay, have a good sleep!))

Sal

A small smile tugged at her lips but Sal kept her face as neutral as possible, eyes still closed. His voice was something to listen to without the interference of the mask. Her left eye opened to watch him, the smile getting its fifteen seconds of fame.

"What were you doing in the forest for so long?" She took another sip at his flask. Her head was not even buzzing as yet. Sal nodded in agreement to the proposed time for the party. "I'll tell Naomi soon and as for what I'm planning," she pushed herself off the counter and drew even closer to Vas, tugging slightly on his outermost jacket, "you will find that out later."

The cigarette pan had caught her interest until he opened it to reveal tablets. She just figured that it was his meds. Pulling back now and releasing his clothes, Sal concentrated on his last question. Alternative rock was her drug but it was not exactly dancing music. When she finally looked up at him, her face was solemn with not even a twinkle of flirt to display. "The best type of dancing music that I can suggest would be the oldies but that is only because I grew up with that. Techno is another one but personally, I hate it. What were you planning on playing?"

Her hands went straight to the collar of her shirt, her eyes still on him - staring. "If you have so much musical access, why does it matter what I want to be played?" His mixing skills were ridiculous and even with the classical and R&B compilation, her hips swayed a bit but nothing noticeable.

Sal

Her feet were already pushing her off the floor. She returned Vas' smile, saying, "I love this song!" Sal forgot herself and pulled the man by the hand to dance with her, singing along to the lyrics. "Na, na, na, na, na." She felt like a child again, jumping from foot to foot and bumping Vas ever so often. "I guess that makes sense. I just thought that you would have a better idea than I but gosh, Blink 182 is just awesome. I want this, please. The different types of music patterns compliment each other well. Please?"

Her face flashed a puppy dog look at him as she continued to play around to the song, acting and dancing simultaneously. For the slow parts, her hands pretended to play the piano or to drum. Eventually, she found herself singing the song to Vas but it was all in good fun with a wiggle here and there.

Sal

Sal had continued dancing depspite the change in songs. How did he know that she liked Alternative Rock as well? She shrugged it off and pulled out her phone to check it like he had asked. Her fingers found the song easily and made it her ringtone. Sal smiled at him and shouted over the music, "Hey, thanks for that." She glanced at her watch and shifted. "Anyway, I should get back downstairs to tell Naomi what we're doing. I'll be right back." She stuck out her tongue at him in a most childish but cute manner before heading for the door, still humming along to the tunes.

((I apologize about this late response. How are you?))

Sal

Naomi was at the sink with an overload of dirty dishes when she found her. Still moving to the traces of the songs left in her head, Sal bounced over to her sister and tapped her shoulder.

"Hey Nami, I was just upstairs with Vas. We have sorted out the music for tonight but I'm still wondering about the starting time. He had suggested a little after lunch. Is that okay?"

She looked up at the other woman and found that it was a genuine display of shyness and not like the flirtacious crap that she had just played out on Vas. Looking up at the ceiling, she wondered what he was up to. The ridiculously good hearing skills that Nami and she shared told her that something had just been dragged across the floor.

Vassili was precariously placed at the top of a ten foot ladder, boldly standing on the top step that warned not to. He was confident that any fall from this height wouldn't even leave a scratch. He then pulled himself up on the support beam and began laying the wires. After a few minutes they were draped across the beams and already dangling down to his booth. Being lazy for a second he just dropped to the left of the equipment. The thud was loud and he was off kilter for just a moment.

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