If you're going to experiment with the wilder side of things, go all out.

Or so April keeps telling herself.

She's dressed... abnormally, for her. Jean skirt and tank top and demin jacket, garnet earrings and a red bead necklace looped twice around her neck.

She's dancing, and having fun with it. Boys seem interested, which is a plus, but not so interested that she can't keep 'em off if she wants. Her hair's just newly cut, curling around her ears - she got it curled specifically for this.

She needs a self-esteem booster. Keye, and Alex, and... all of it... it doesn't do wonders for your self-worth, y'know?

So she dressed up all pretty and went out to someplace where it would be likely she'd be oggled at.

Anything for a good cause, right?

Alec had pretty much stopped seeing Jetta. Which had been a let-down of sorts for a while, but he'd gotten over it and moved on.

Tonight, he was looking for a new girl to impress. It must've been luck, fate, or both that Alec and April were both here. Then again, maybe it was just coincedence.

His strawberry blond hair had been cut and combed neatly, spilling over his forehead and a little bit over his ears.

He was wearing a nice, blue dress-shirt (the one he'd worn when he'd went out on a date here with Jetta) and designer jeans. Yummy.

He wormed his way onto the dance floor, in between all the writhing bodies.

Hey-ey-ey, pretty boy! She catches sight of him out of the corner of her eye.

April grins, heads in his direction, dancing the whole time.

Twirl, and they're close enough for her to grin at him, amusement, a bit come-hither (that is, if she's worked out how to look come-hither, which I wouldn't put past her).

She tosses her head, curls dancing to the tune just as much as she in, all sway and rhythm. She isn't a great dancer, but at the very least she's energetic and original about it. Hey, Mr. Man. How're you today?

And he saw that it was good.

He likes that look, so he grins back. Approval? He likes her curls, and he likes that she looks pretty in a way that wasn't like Jetta. Different. Exotic. Like a drink. Mm.

She might not be a great dancer (though Alec thought her style was unique), Alec is decent enough. And he flaunts it. Flirty. Where's the poet that he once was?

Pretty girls are toxic, especially when you're feeling... in need, so to speak.

Suddenly, he's very close to her.

Doing perhaps a little too good for his personality.

Tut, laddie, she isn't feeling that sweet tonight.

She grins, twirling away, just a tad of distance, still grinning. Naughty boy, she says without words, taking liberties.

Not that she minds. Not even going to slap his hand, apparently.

She's in a good mood.

Gonna follow, pretty boy? She'll be sad if you don't.

Awww. Going so soon?

He obviously followed after the teasing young lady.

And where to, lass? The bar?

Alec writhed and wormed his way after her like a good little boy.

Maybe eventually, but she's taking her sweet time about it, making sure he's following, dancing a path only she can see - having fun.

And she swings back around, twirling around him, and at this point she's making herself dizzy and laughing and breathless and she really does need to sit down.

She really can't stop grinning, though. She's giddy on the sheer energy, and that's in a magical sense. So much emotion, so much... stuff going on, it all puts out energy, and ever since her teacher grabbed some of hers she's been learning to feel it and pull it in and oooooh but this was fun.

She drops into a seat, still laughing.

Alec didn't feel the energy, but he heard the thoughts of the hot and sweaty crowd and... he was already excited. Oh how... bubbly this girl seemed was both amusing and strangely alluring. She seemed perky, but somehow already drunk in a way. Maybe it was all that twirling.

He followed her path, letting a small laugh escape his lips when she twirled around him and was... leading him in circles? until she escaped the dancers and nearly fell on a seat.

And, of course, Alec was there soon after.

"Hey, pretty," he breathed, voice soft yet deep. Mm.

She's still grinning, mister man, still giddy, still happy, which is hella rare.

"Hey yourself, handsome. Come here often?" Breathless, excited. Giddy indeed.

Of course it's cliche, but c'mon, let her have her fun. She's using it knowing full well it's cliche and c'mon, it's funny.

It was funny. So, you know, he laughed, softly.

"Not often enough to find people like you. Look at you, Mrs. Personality. Can I getcha a drink?"

He seated himself beside her.

Aww, that was sweet.

And disconcerting.

But still sweet.

"Sure you can, Mister Man." Hey, that rhymed. Cool.

Not that she knows what kind of drink she might like, but hey. Never hurts to try, right?

"Have anything in mind, pretty?"

He can call her pretty if she can call him Mister Man.

So there.

And now she's a tad less sure of herself, a tad more nervous. "I dunno, I am afraid. What do you like?" You are, after all, the world's foremost expert on drinks.

April? Kinda weird.

April? Lucky this isn't a vampire. This isn't a vampire, right?

As a side note, her speech patterns are, yes, normally this odd. It comes of working with an english teacher on a regular basis - you think about the language, and then because you're a teen, you mess with the language.

"That's okay." He grinned because he was sure of himself. "Midori Splice sound good?" he asked, dismissing her speech pattern.

Because, really, who cares about English today?

She has no clue what that is.

"Sounds absolutely gorgeous."

I think she's flirting again. Tut, April. Tut.

"What? The drink?" Of course he knew she was talking about the drink. He was joking.

He smiled and ordered two Midori Splices.

"Maybe." Grin.

Yep, that's flirting alright.

"So what's your name," and she pauses, because she can think of so many nicknames, and yet not one quite fits.

She gives up, and decides to leave it at that. As if she'd never intended to tack a nickname on the end.

Smooth-like.

"Alec," he said, turning in his seat some more to face her. He was smiling. No, more like grinning.

"And yours, beautiful?"

Silly little nicknames. Would she prefer him call her beautiful and not April?

...note to self: find out what is so damn attractive about men named Alex. Alec. Whatever.

Pretend one didn't just think that note to self.

"April. First in line if we're alphabetized, hm?"

Language jokes. Sigh.

"Guesso." Tiny smile. The drinks came and he slid hers to her. He'd already paid.

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Mm, drinkage.

She sips delicately, and makes an amused (and slightly perplexed) expression. "Huh. I like." The drink, that is.

I don't think she's used to liking beverages other than water or tea. She's a rather straight-laced gel - this evening is highly the exception.

She probably won't do this again, either. Ah well.