casey-mitchell :
Mimicking Grayson’s actions, he reached for the identical-looking drink as his friend just did, thought kept his eyes on him the whole time, as if he were trying to learn a dance move. Almost blindly, he held the straw between his fingers, only giving the glass a short glance, before he would take a reluctant sip as Grayson spoke, missing a good portion of his words as he tried to evaluate the taste settling on the bed of his tongue. His tense, tightly-screwed features relaxing into delight, he deciding that he liked the drink and began to practically slurp the entire thing down, fighting the brain freeze that he barely felt anymore. He managed to catch the last of what Grayson had said about their friend Danny— however, the statements were all jumbled in his head, having lost the context he hadn’t heard. “What… what does me being his type have to do with his alley? Where- what…? I don’t think he mentioned any alley to me.” He giggled at the awareness of his inability to speak as well as the numbing of his face that he hadn’t realized he’d snorted in his fit of laughter.
He was startled, however, at Grayson’s reaction to what he mentioned was a song, although he couldn’t hear it. Or it just didn’t register as a distinguishable sound in his head among the buzz of chatter occurring at the same time. He wasn’t able to utter a word before he was being led somewhere that he wasn’t really sure where, but the word ‘dance’ gave him a bit of a clue. “Oh… oh, you want me to- you wanna dance?” He said, raising his eyebrows as he struggled to keep his eyes open and his feet right where they were, trying not to let his body fall against Grayson’s. “I don’t mind… I don’t- well, I’ve danced before. At my cousin’s… cotillion.” He had a bit of trouble pronouncing the last word, but managed to get it out anyway. “But the inst- the insruct- the… the what do you…? The teacher-” He grabbed onto Grayson’s shoulders to steady himself as he got a little off-balance in his excitement of remembering a very simple word. “-she said I was terrible, so she made Clark do it. Clark’s good at everything. But Clark’s not here, so I guess I can be your dance partner. If… if you want or… yeah.”
the excitement that came off of casey, again, fuelled gray more. it was fun, this was a new experience for someone and that’s what mattered the most. knowing that he hadn’t done anything like this, spending a night out in a loud club and completely letting go. the smile that shone bright on his face hadn’t budged the entire time-- sure, that might’ve been the alcohol coursing through his veins making him more cheery and giddy, but what he wanted to do was just dance.
hands steadied themselves on gray’s shoulders, so to make sure that casey didn’t wind up falling on his ass, the smaller placed his hands upon the other’s. “hey, now!” he started with a snicker, making sure to speak at a volume to be heard above the thumping music. what he’d managed to catch from casey was: danced at some hoity toity cotillion, wasn’t great. “babe, that’s not the kind of dancing we’re going to be doing here! only person i want to dance with is you, so-- follow my lead.” a smooth roll of his body came at ease, making sure to really feel the music rather than thinking of steps. hips sways, smile brightened and a hand moved down to casey’s hip. “come on! you try!”
