Wren's been having a good time; he's been dancing, throwing himself into the music with his usual abandon. He's glad now that he decided to forgo a shirt under the waistcoat now and thinking about ditching that, too. He's got himself a few painty fingertip smudges on waist and hip from people dancing and a more intentional set of dots in glowy white under his eyes along his cheekbones.
Still, he feels a little old for this crowd, and he's caught himself scanning the crowd in hopes of seeing Alex a few times, leaning on the bar to drink and watch everyone dance. The fact that he's anxious about whether the storyteller will be here or not, and what he'll think, is out of character enough for him that he feels the need to blatantly defy it, and he's heading back onto the floor when he hears the call from the man nearby and looks up.
He's handsome, in a clean-cut way that might have once been a little awkward but isn't now, and also doesn't make Wren wonder if he's old enough to drink, which is nice, frankly.
"Absolutely," he says with the curve of a smile and turns his hand over, outstretched in invitation. "Isn't that what you do, here?"
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Date: 2014-10-12 07:48 pm (UTC)Still, he feels a little old for this crowd, and he's caught himself scanning the crowd in hopes of seeing Alex a few times, leaning on the bar to drink and watch everyone dance. The fact that he's anxious about whether the storyteller will be here or not, and what he'll think, is out of character enough for him that he feels the need to blatantly defy it, and he's heading back onto the floor when he hears the call from the man nearby and looks up.
He's handsome, in a clean-cut way that might have once been a little awkward but isn't now, and also doesn't make Wren wonder if he's old enough to drink, which is nice, frankly.
"Absolutely," he says with the curve of a smile and turns his hand over, outstretched in invitation. "Isn't that what you do, here?"