while it was not below her to be in the crowd, she found that getting on one of the private, raised platforms with her friends was the best way to view the booth. other than being up there with orion, of course, but they weren't that familiar yet. maja had only spoken with him a few times in passing, to tell him how much she enjoyed his set, but their eye contact alone had been electric. it was the same as how she felt now, meeting his deep brown gaze over a crowd of people. that wasn't enough. she felt crazed. and maybe she was, or maybe it was the thrill of the chase.
his set had just ended and she told her friends that she was going to the bathroom ... and not to wait up for her. that earned her some curious glances and a few knowing smiles. the model hadn't told all of them about her interest. some friends are only friends for partying and not for secrets. as a known person at this club, her status preceding her, they allowed her back into the dark hall which housed private rooms and bathrooms for those who were performing or working. maja's heart pounded in her ears or perhaps it was the beat still ringing from the sound out on the floor.
but, he wasn't there. so, she trailed back out on the edges of the dancefloor and nearly ran into him. a breathless laugh left her, not that he could hear it. but he could see it. see how light green eyes crinkled at the edges and soft lips revealed pearly white teeth. a hand reached for his and tugged to one of the curtained areas in the back where the material absorbed some of the sound. rising up on her tiptoes so she can speak against his ear. ❝ i'm maja. remember me? ❞ only then did she let go of his hand, but that was to brace herself by gently grabbing his arm. ❝ do you ― ? ❞ not saying the words, maja pulls the long chain from deep within her shirt to reveal the small silver spoon hanging there. this was something new to her and not done often ... it was stupid and she wanted to kick it. yet, when he looked slightly confused at the use of a utensil around her neck, it only encouraged her. fuck, he was so cute. she instead decided to show him differently. every time she speaks, she has to rise to reach his ear. ❝ you don't have to, but this is what i'll do sometimes. ❞ a dash of the powder is dropped in her palm while her other hand trails down his arm to find his once again. as she takes his hand in her own, his index finger is dabbed into the stuff in her palm, she then pulls it to her mouth, lips parting and pressing the pad of it to her gums. call her crazy, she doesn't care. not as her lips close around the digit until it withdraws from her mouth. she's smiling again, close-lipped, and eyelashes flutter a moment as her heartrate spikes once more. is it the effects or him?
