[ It's a fair observation, and one that merits acknowledgement on both ends as they grow to know one another, finding where they fit and where they're uncomfortable to accommodate the other properly; it didn't do to rush into friendships (or more) while clumsily building the bridge between. Poor craftsmanship and the lack of proper supports only meant its collapse sooner rather than later, and she wouldn't risk that sort of break here. Not with Snake.
She does draw energy from it, from the atmosphere and the contact and the general enjoyment of it, but it's something she tries to share with her partner, gently feeding that exuberance to him with her smiles and her laughter and the warmth of her hand in his, the other draped along his shoulders with her thumb idly brushing the fine hair at the nape of his neck, tracing the collar of his shirt. And she certainly does lose a fraction of that energy, but she'd rather like to think of it as something she's bolstered Snake with rather than exhaled air lost to the atmosphere.
Angela gentles, as they wind down, relaxed even moreso for having danced at all and the light teasing between them as she rewards him with the kiss daringly close to the corner of his lips (maybe not quite just for friends) and begins to draw him from the dance floor, hand still in his. The squeeze to her shoulders is a sweet little acknowledgment in response, rather glad that it hadn't turned into more even as a small part of her, the bit still swaying to the music and the food and drink, wishes it weren't so. She'll come to realize the effect of this place when she feels that taint of the mind wash away with the pool water later, but for now it is something she subconsciously keeps at bay and won't give the room to grow. ]
You don't give yourself enough credit; you're on your way to being a wonderful dancer, Snake. I hope you'll indulge me some other night with another. Thank you for the dance.
[ She gives his hand a little squeeze before slender fingers slip free, hesitantly enough to say that she'd been enjoying it, and she'll give a little twirl as she scoops up another flute of champagne from a passing tray and the bubbles seem to twinkle in the light with her eyes, offering up a playful, tiny toast to him. ]
You take care as well, and try to keep it to just one smoke.
[ Angela isn't the type of doctor to chastise when she's more than aware of the soothing effect smoking has for many, but the idea is already planted for later. She'll offer him a graceful little curtsy, a demure bow of her head with a warm smile, and she'll be off in search of other familiar faces. It's time to rest, she thinks, and while she'd love to accompany Snake outside for some fresh air, she's pressed her presence on him long enough this evening. ]
UR KILLIN IT!!! and me, goodbye cruel world
She does draw energy from it, from the atmosphere and the contact and the general enjoyment of it, but it's something she tries to share with her partner, gently feeding that exuberance to him with her smiles and her laughter and the warmth of her hand in his, the other draped along his shoulders with her thumb idly brushing the fine hair at the nape of his neck, tracing the collar of his shirt. And she certainly does lose a fraction of that energy, but she'd rather like to think of it as something she's bolstered Snake with rather than exhaled air lost to the atmosphere.
Angela gentles, as they wind down, relaxed even moreso for having danced at all and the light teasing between them as she rewards him with the kiss daringly close to the corner of his lips (maybe not quite just for friends) and begins to draw him from the dance floor, hand still in his. The squeeze to her shoulders is a sweet little acknowledgment in response, rather glad that it hadn't turned into more even as a small part of her, the bit still swaying to the music and the food and drink, wishes it weren't so. She'll come to realize the effect of this place when she feels that taint of the mind wash away with the pool water later, but for now it is something she subconsciously keeps at bay and won't give the room to grow. ]
You don't give yourself enough credit; you're on your way to being a wonderful dancer, Snake. I hope you'll indulge me some other night with another. Thank you for the dance.
[ She gives his hand a little squeeze before slender fingers slip free, hesitantly enough to say that she'd been enjoying it, and she'll give a little twirl as she scoops up another flute of champagne from a passing tray and the bubbles seem to twinkle in the light with her eyes, offering up a playful, tiny toast to him. ]
You take care as well, and try to keep it to just one smoke.
[ Angela isn't the type of doctor to chastise when she's more than aware of the soothing effect smoking has for many, but the idea is already planted for later. She'll offer him a graceful little curtsy, a demure bow of her head with a warm smile, and she'll be off in search of other familiar faces. It's time to rest, she thinks, and while she'd love to accompany Snake outside for some fresh air, she's pressed her presence on him long enough this evening. ]