[ Well, there's a first for everything. Perhaps if she makes it pleasant enough this time she can convince him at a later date, even if it's only in private. Angela doesn't often need an excuse to do much of anything; if she felt like it, she would find some music and dance away. She's as social a creature as ever and wouldn't find enjoyment in doing it alone, though, so who knows what the future may bring? Snake may end up with a playful little offer for follow-up lessons one day in his inbox.
He doesn't need to worry about her shoes, nor tripping over his own feet— really, he doesn't need to worry about much of anything at all. Angela has come to know it's in his nature to be as unobtrusive as possible, though, and that the last thing he ever wishes to do is inconvenience others. Really, it's quite sweet.
Almost as sweet as the feel of warm hands just barely touching her skin, his hold on her waist steady and gentle as they twirl slowly, easing into the crowd on the dance floor as her eyes drift closed and she sways with him. Even if it doesn't require any particular skill, she's enjoying herself and places an easy trust in his movements and his control of his body that she didn't often give up when alcohol's involved.
When the song shifts into something a little jauntier, requiring a little more flair, her smile widens and she glances back up to gauge his expression and how he's feeling about this so far. She's been on the floor enough times tonight to have picked up the gist of the local dance and it's very near a waltz, a few simple steps and whirling about the floor. No partner changes, thankfully. ]
I'm patient, not lenient. There is a decided difference. And I assure you I've danced with far worse; I used to regularly attend fundraising galas where all I did was dance with old men and awkward drunkards thinking they'd woo me to their companies. You haven't so much as misstepped or slipped down for my rear.
[ Which gets admitted with a tinkling laugh, clearly delighted with his apparent skill even if he's starting at ground zero. When a wave goes around from one end of the floor to the other in concentric circles, leads spinning their partners, she raises a brow in return and lets her fingers flutter down one of his arms to take his hand, fingertips finding his for the barest curl of contact. ]
It's about to be. Are you sure you're ready?
[ All he'll need to do is give her one little tug up above her head and then follow through when she twirls to pull her back in. Shouldn't be too difficult. ]
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He doesn't need to worry about her shoes, nor tripping over his own feet— really, he doesn't need to worry about much of anything at all. Angela has come to know it's in his nature to be as unobtrusive as possible, though, and that the last thing he ever wishes to do is inconvenience others. Really, it's quite sweet.
Almost as sweet as the feel of warm hands just barely touching her skin, his hold on her waist steady and gentle as they twirl slowly, easing into the crowd on the dance floor as her eyes drift closed and she sways with him. Even if it doesn't require any particular skill, she's enjoying herself and places an easy trust in his movements and his control of his body that she didn't often give up when alcohol's involved.
When the song shifts into something a little jauntier, requiring a little more flair, her smile widens and she glances back up to gauge his expression and how he's feeling about this so far. She's been on the floor enough times tonight to have picked up the gist of the local dance and it's very near a waltz, a few simple steps and whirling about the floor. No partner changes, thankfully. ]
I'm patient, not lenient. There is a decided difference. And I assure you I've danced with far worse; I used to regularly attend fundraising galas where all I did was dance with old men and awkward drunkards thinking they'd woo me to their companies. You haven't so much as misstepped or slipped down for my rear.
[ Which gets admitted with a tinkling laugh, clearly delighted with his apparent skill even if he's starting at ground zero. When a wave goes around from one end of the floor to the other in concentric circles, leads spinning their partners, she raises a brow in return and lets her fingers flutter down one of his arms to take his hand, fingertips finding his for the barest curl of contact. ]
It's about to be. Are you sure you're ready?
[ All he'll need to do is give her one little tug up above her head and then follow through when she twirls to pull her back in. Shouldn't be too difficult. ]