Invites & Late Nights. || Phoebe & Leon
And so he retreated his Pied Piper pursuit, returning the general direction from whence he came with firemarked dame in tow. His grasp, ever urging, was gentle despite the lead; fingers curled betwixt her own for fear of being separated as they wove through the traffic congealing at the center of the room. Running the gauntlet of a more decadent sort, the pair ducked through the joined arms of various couples, dodged excited knees and hands and skirts and shoes shimmying with wild abandon. Her carefree commitment was nigh inescapable the further they tread into that forest of movement, and the Brit glanced back with a reassuring cum thrilled expression as he found a bit of space for them.
It could definitely be said that Leon had an outgoing facet of his personality, though it did find itself frequently buried beneath a mountain of cynicism. Tonight, the latter’s oppression was certainly removed, never mind the redhead being particularly striking having anything to do with it, nor the surreptitious sneaking of a flask between his friends when they were in transit earlier on in the night. The reporter’s skills, his ability to socialize easily with strangers, were alive and well and on display.
"Do you know how to waltz?" he asked aloud, but the question was not one meant for an answer. Without delay, Leon spun around to face his procured partner, correcting their position by adjusting their paired hands - his right to her left pressed palm to palm. His left arm draped around the bend in her back, and he led them in quick-paced quarters, footwork fancy enough to betray his experience.
"I’m Leon," he then said in motion. His cheek drew close to hers, imparting the words in an easier volume begat from their close proximity.
Not knowing what to expect from this man, she followed, passing through dancing couple, after dancing couple. People all seemed to be enjoying themselves, and as they reached a spot, she turned her attention back to the man in front of him. He asked her a question, and before Phoebe could think to respond she found herself face to face, palms together, and his arm around her.
Phoebe may not have been the type of person who normally spent her free time dancing, but that didn't mean that she didn't know how. Fortunately, she'd been taught by her parents how to dance, along with her brother. Without a second thought, she prepared herself to follow the stranger's lead, hoping that he knew how to dance. Seeing as how he had been the one to drag her out onto the floor, she assumed that he had some skill in dancing.
It didn't take long for her to find out the answer to her own question. He was leading Phoebe around with ease, and skill. To say that she was impressed by his skill in dancing was an understatement. His dancing distracted her momentarily, but long enough not to notice how close his cheek was to hers until he spoke into her ear. "Lovely to meet you, Leon, I'm Phoebe." She replied,
