clouds in my coffee

bryan atwood - business bitch

[jade--clarke-blog]

Raises a brow, as she watches him dance. Kinda smiles slightly cause wow he’s actually listening and not trying to make a move on her. “Eden.”

[bryan-atwood]

Nods softly, a small smile on his lips. “Pretty name, it fits you.”

[bryan-atwood]

“For some reason, I have no doubts about that. Come on.”

[jade--clarke-blog]

Raises a brow as he basically drags her to the dance floor, before swaying her body slightly to the rhythm of the beat. “Do you plan to tell me your name at any point in the evening or what?”

[bryan-atwood]

Keeps his hands far away from her because he's not trying to get castrated tonight. "Bryan. Bryan Atwood." Continues moving to the music, but keeps his eyes on her, studying her face. "What about you?"

[jade--clarke-blog]

“Don’t tempt me, I’ll have no remorse.”

[bryan-atwood]

“For some reason, I have no doubts about that. Come on.”

[jade--clarke-blog]

“—Whatever. Fine, lets dance. But, I swear, if you try anything, I’ll tear you to shreds. Understand?”

[bryan-atwood]

“I promise not to lay one finger on you and if I do you have every right to castrate me in the middle of the dance floor.”

[jade--clarke-blog]

“Why would you? You’re a guy after all. They’re all liars.”

[bryan-atwood]

“Maybe. Yes. I don’t know. All I know is I’m not lying and I don’t necessarily make it a point to lie to strangers. Especially ones that look like they can kick my ass.”

[jade--clarke-blog]

“I meant the real reason, creepo.”

[bryan-atwood]

“Stop calling me that, I am not a creepo, okay? And it was the real reason. Why would I lie?”

[jade--clarke-blog]

“—Why do you want to dance with me anyway? You’ve got a million other people around.”

[bryan-atwood]

“If you didn’t hear my whole opening monologue, I found myself drawn to you. You’re beautiful, but I’m sure you know that and I-- I’ll shut up now.”

[jade--clarke-blog]

“Who says I want to dance?”

[bryan-atwood]

“I-- No one. But you could’ve just politely said no instead of threatening to mace me.”

[jade--clarke-blog]

“Do not make me mace the hell out of you, creepo.”

[bryan-atwood]

“Creepo? I’m just asking you to dance.”

[bryan-atwood]

“I’m not usually this forward and I have no idea if you’re here with anyone, but I couldn’t help but be completely drawn to you, even from across the room-- would you like to dance?”

[bryan-atwood]

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