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His focus was elsewhere for a moment, mostly because her dress was somewhat see through in certain areas, and it undoubtably hugged her petite figure, it was hard for him not to pay close attention. “Would I ever!” His mouth flew open with surprise– his eyes widened before his signature smirk replaced the bewildered expression. As her arm extended, her hand delicately ontop of his own, he gently clutched his fingers around her own before leading her the small distance to the dance floor. Resting one palm on the lower of her back, he slipped his hand softly up her arm before linking their fingers together and pulling her body towards his own. “Try to keep up, Kitten.” He breathed in a whisper as he swayed for a moment, the moves were all flowing back to him– no one would know he was incredibly rusty, not that anyone really knew he could dance anyway, but he wasn’t concerned what other people thought in that moment.

Relaxing his arm he lifted it far enough to spin her around and out away from him before leading her back to him, so they were inches apart. He took the opportunity to surprise her by guiding her back with his arm supporting her frame and led her back up to meet his face once more. He didn’t say anything for a while, just swayed to the music as he maintained his composure.

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Naomi had always loved dancing, as a girl her mother had forced her into ballet because all good ladies knew how to dance. In truth Naomi had loved it but out of spite she dropped it as soon as she could. There were things she remembered, things that kept her light on her feet even when Beau surprised her with his adept skill. Naomi crept on the tips of her toes as he spun her, her head tossed back to take in the view of the massive room spinning round and round in a haze of colour and lights that mixed together into something dazzling and dizzying. Her red hair fanning as she spin only to be pulled back close to Beau. A sigh passing her lips moments before a wry smile took its place. "I didn't know you could dance." She didn't really know much of anything about him if she were being honest. All these years growing up in the same town and he was a passing face in a crowd that she'd never been this close to. Naomi swayed as he did, her eyes searching the room. "I never thought I'd be here." Her eyes found his, "I mean back here in Rockford. I swore to everything I would die before coming back." Naomi scoffed a quiet laugh, sometimes coming home hurt. Adjusting her hold over his shoulder Naomi exhaled. "At least it's not all bad."

#c:beau #event:40s dance

vance--b

@naomityler

There were many things people didn’t know about Beau– secrets he kept hidden from all, talents and knowledge he possessed but rarely revealed. One of them being that he was actually a rather talented dancer. Not talking the tango, salsa or anything too energetic, but he had a fluent rhythm and a hell of a lot of grace when it came to the waltz. He had a few moves up his sleeve he reserved for special occasions– which was the element of surprise, and in order to impress someone. Though it wasn’t a regular occurrence.

The venue and host of the dance was rather large– rooms and hallways in every direction, it was a rather exquisite building, and one you could easily get lost in. Taking a moment to go for a wonder he drifted into the room behind, noticing the small groups of people sipping drinks by the bar and a few on the patio area in the distance. Scanning his eyes over the people surrounding him, he stopped at a certain red head, who was dressed in a long flowing silver dress which peaked his attention. Slipping to her side with ease he held his hand out infront of her, bowing his head a little. “Care for a dance, Miss Tyler?”

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Naomi had once run as far away from Rockford as she possibly could, left it and everything she ever knew in life in the rear view mirror of her dads car. It had been terrifying and exhilarating all the same. For the first time in her life she truly had no control over what came next and for a girl who had spent her entire life trying to follow someone else's idea of right Naomi was liberated. Eventually it all wore thin, the sliver of shinning promise that became new beginnings turned into the brutal monotonous expectancies in a life tangled with a man who didn't love her half as much as she loved him. She came to expect it all the same. Their arguments, the drugs, the physical fights. Soon she felt trapped with him the same way she had here in Rockford. Perhaps that was the most surprising bit about this all, when she headed for a new place Naomi found her heart tentatively pulled to the old familiar places. She walked the town all night before finding her brother, it was dark and still and she made mental note of everything that was the same and even the things that were not. Time changed almost everything, she had decided as the sun rose over the town she once so badly wanted to escape. It was asinine now. She felt alive with the music spreading through the venue as familiar and new faces crept around her like ghosts of her past. It was a bit unsettling how she felt trepidation being back as if she stepped into shoes that no longer fit her and Naomi wondered if anyone remembered her at all. Then she heard a familiar voice call her name and Naomi turned a siren red smile pressing dimples into her cheeks as she faced him, her arms at her side revealing the intricate details of her dress; a flowing silver and black price jeweled at her waist and completely see through from below her ribcage and up. The only bit of modesty being the sparkling crecesnt moon covering one breast and the similar star pattern spreading over the other. Naomi extended her hand for him to take.

"Just don't step on my feet, Casanova."

#c:beau #event:40s dance #html isn't working wahhh

Naomi Tyler 40′s dance attire: Vintage early 1940′s gown with sheer panels and deco in conveniently placed locations for semblance of modesty. Vintage 1940′s deep red pumps paired with 1940s inspired thigh highs. Naomi is wearing an art deco statement ring, embellished with a black choker and a bold red lip.

#1940s event #visage; the hearts i have touched will be the proof i leave #rockford:closet

beau--anders:

Although the sky was still filled with the violet and dusty pinks of the soon to be morning, it was light enough for him to pay attention to the little features of her face which would be missed by others. Despite the fact she had sunglasses on, he could tell if he squinted his eyes ever so slightly that underneath the rims that she looked tired, and there was a crimson tint to her nostrils and eyes. One might assume she had been crying– or maybe she had the reminiscent of a cold, but Beau could take a guess otherwise. Having being on the end of doing reckless things to get his parents attention, and being the type of person not to talk about himself, he knew that considering he didn’t know her that he wasn’t going to judge, or pry into her business. Her hair was still the same colour he remembered it, a vibrant shade of red which was messy but still in the remainder of her waves– alot longer than the last time he’d seen her face.

Beau had the habit of going after what he wanted, and in the past he’d seen her plenty of times to come to the same conclusion, however it was never the right time with her seeing someone, and then one day she just disappeared. He’d heard plenty of rumours about where she’d gone, and what she’d been up to– but he knew damn well how people liked to embellish alot, so he figured he’d wait to hear it from her, if she chose to talk about it, or if she was much like him. A chuckle escaped from his lips at her comment. “Not exactly the most flattering.. I’ll admit..” He quirked his brow as he crossed his arms over his torso. “Well, some of us having nocturnal tendencies.”

"Some of us," Slowly, Naomi repeated as if she were tasting the sentiment of his words. She couldn't remember the last time she'd gone to bed with the moon and stars. By the darkened circles under her eyes, it was a long time ago. Rubbing her thumb across her bottom lip, Naomi sighed wistfully, sleepily. "There are worst things people have called me; hot redhead is a compliment and fire crotch," Naomi paused and flipped her hand to emphasize her point. "Well, that's just the best guess judgment," Naomi flipped her hair as if to say it was obvious but wrong conclusions horny high school boys made. "What keeps you up all night, Beau Anders?" Naomi hadn't said that name in years, and even before it was only behind a hand as she and her friends giggled about the worst boys in town and shared cigarettes between them.

#c:beau

bonniepattie

She was fidgeting with the lock as she tried to pick it, squated down when she heard the steps behind her. Bonnie turned around, standing up as she did so and offering a smile that looked weird enough in her face on its own. “Heyyy, what you doig here?” The brunette asked with a cough, fixing her hair a bit.

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Naomi crossed her arms and cleared her throat. “Well, that’s my bike,” Naomi lied expertly while waiting for some sort of response.”

#c:bonnie

mason-kellum

“Can you try this? I think I’m too buzzed to know if it sucks.” He asked, handing over the glass of beer.

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“If you’re too buzzed to notice why does it matter,” Naomi mused but took the glass and a rather large drink. Pulling a face she shook her head. “Oh God, this is awful.” She took another sip and handed it back. “I think I earned a free drink, don’t you?”

#c:mason

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@naomityler

A spark under his thumb– one more before the flame rose, catching the bottom of the cigarette as smoke billowed out of the end. With one inhale his facial expression changed from serious to much more calm as his eyes scanned around, not really paying much attention to what was around him. He was more just taking a moment to relax after the hectic morning he was already having he was taking advantage. With the brisk air brushing across his face he tilted his head up, sliding his back against the wall as he straightened his legs out infront of him– someone instantly caught his eye. The flurry of rich red hair ahead of him, he recognised her although she was a little older now it was definitely her. Pressing his feet firmly onto the cement he stood up straight inhaling another drag before he threw the rest onto the floor. As she came into a close proximity he raised his brow– a smirk curling in the corner of his lips. “Ahhh, the hot red head returns..”

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She hadn’t been to sleep, after her first shift her and some of the other dancers headed to Denny’s, Naomi wanted IHop but one of the girls had an ex who cooked there, so she settled and the night sky faded into a purple bruised one as they washed the taste of cheap booze and rowdy men off their tongues with bittersweet orange juice. Little by little the gang thinned, girls had lovers and children to get home to and in the early morning light Naomi could tell they were mothers and lovers with places to be, and she was just tired,her nose red from the lines she snuck in the bathroom; her therapist thought she stopped, she just used less.

Soon she was all alone and had no place to be, nothing of her own so she paid and left to wander the streets of her old home; she wondered if home ever stopped being home or if there were a thousand different places someone could call home and once we left we left bits of ourselves behind in the neon signs and crosswalks by where we bummed cigarettes and laughed instead of going into that club. Naomi rubbed her arms, sometimes being home felt lonely, then as if the universe heard the sound of her heart beating alone a voice called out. A furrow of her brows and a shake of her head as she stopped and crossed her arms over chest.

“The hot redhead,” Naomi commented thoughtfully. “Well, at least it's not fire crotch,” Lifting her shades to the crown of her head glitter fell from her tresses, and when she licked her bottom lip it drew attention to faded last nights lipstick. “Is everyone in this town up this early? Because I have to tell you it sorta puts a damper on this whole liminal vibe I was aiming for,”

#dont feel obligated to match #c:beau

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Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

Fernando Pessoa.

#literally naomi; heaven in her mouth got a hell of a tongue

text | Juliette + open

Juliette: Every dress I'm finding for tomorrow leaves too much fabric in the chest area, if you know what I mean. Am I too old to stuff?

Naomi: I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean? Too much fabric?? Pics?

#t:juliette #is she a native to rockford?

Naomi licked her bottom lip, the cut still fresh leaving the taste of copper on the tip of her tongue. A heavy sigh passed her lips and she forced herself to get out of the cab everything she owned in a duffle bag she slung over her shoulder.

“Do you need help, darling,” The uber driver shot a worried smile, he was an older man who reminded her of what she assumed a dad should be; she shook her head.

“No thanks. This is everything, and-” Naomi unfolded the paper with the address Jeremy had last given her and verified it with the one on the front of the building. It was the same one, she just had to hope he still lived here. “my brother lives here so I’ll be fine,” She hoped and slid from the cab to the front door. After several heavy breaths, she knocked and put a smile on.

As soon as the door opened Naomi dropped her bag and opened her arms, “Guess whos back!???”