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Barely a heartbeat of tension ran through Misha before her brain and body processed that it was Brian behind her, now wrapping around her, now kissing her head. She blamed the number of drinks consumed and the pleasant, buzzing warmth flowing through her veins. As if to make up for that negligible moment, the brunette relaxed back into his hold, sighed happily, and lifted her hands to rest on his forearms. She squeezed him closer for an instant.

Then she released him and twisted in his hold. Instead of the accustomed gesture of winding her arms around his waist, she lifted them up and draped them around his neck. "For you?" she nearly purred. "Always, Handsome." She smiled. "Are you proposing something?"

"I'm having a a blast. Aren't you?" Recklessly, Misha leaned further into his hold until the length of her body was resting lightly against the length of his. "I hope so. I'm sorry I haven't spent more time with you. That's bad of me." She offered him a delicate pout. "Forgive me? I've missed you."

His question had her light up brighter than any of the little fairy lights she had used in decorating the gym. It was clearly the right thing to offer. Misha rocked forward slightly onto the balls of her feet, using the combination of motion and her heels to rise up high enough to be nose to nose with him. Her arms tightened around his neck to stabilize her position until she felt his breath against her lips. It derailed her thoughts for a moment and she lost herself in contemplation of his mouth.

Hm. Maybe she had a bit more to drink than she had thought.

Swallowing hard, she shifted away from temptation and moved to press her cheek to his. "I would love a dance," she whispered. "Fast or slow?"

"Would it be greedy if I said I want both with you?" She drew back reluctantly, a soft smile on her face. Then she seemed to catch herself on the edge of a thought - something along the lines of how comfortable he was and how attractive and how this was a really nice position to be in - and laughed. "Oh, I don't care if you think I'm greedy," she declared. "I want both and I am willing to claim it as my Hostess' Right to get them."

Her arms came away from his neck but one hand stayed in contact with his body, trailing down his arm to tangle her fingers in his. "Come on. I think I remember the order of this playlist and, if no one monkeyed with it, we have this a fast song coming up next and then a slow one."

As soon as they reached a somewhat clear space, Misha spun on her heel and used their linked hand to bring him a bit closer. The playlist she had running on the laptop paused a split second and then slid into the next song, a rhythmic and extremely dance-able club tune. Fast and driving and a bit sassy. She was glad that she could still remember a lot of the tracks despite her blood-alcohol level. It would allow her uninterrupted dance time with Brian.

"I hope you're up for this, Handsome," she warned with a laugh. Then she released his hand, counted until the music hit a down-beat, and immediately synced into it. Her eyes shone with the joy of motion.

The instant Brian moved into place opposite her, close but allowing them both to move, Misha lit up a bit more. There had been an iota of doubt that he actually would dance with her. Though, as he had been the one to offer, it was a very small iota. As she watched him match the beat with seeming ease, further warmth blossomed in her chest. Reaching out, she set one hand on his shoulder for stabilization before she sank into a low dip. Her eyes laughed at him, teasing and mischievous. "Hm, welp, I guess you definitely mean it."

Misha laughed again, completely delighted at Brian's surprise ability. Though, when she thought about it past the pleasant haze of alcohol, she remembered that he had two sisters and they danced and he went to every single dance show they had. Maybe he picked it up by osmosis?

As his body invaded her personal space slightly and then retreated, however, she knew that one never learned those kinds of moves in dance class. If his sisters had, Misha had a feeling that Brian would have locked them away in a nunnery. She giggled at the thought but then the music caught her attention again. She gave a little shimmy and squirm in delight.