Limb with a View (OPEN)

[Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou]

Lucretia only grinned; it was all she had to do without saying much. When it came to dancing, it may not be choreographed, but she could definitely dance well.

“Then its settle Dare, the Bloody Mary it is.” She gave him a slight wink, one brow slightly arched. She ran a hand through her now dry hair, the long tresses falling back into place.

Lucretia turned to next to him and placed a gentle peck on his cheek. Turning away she returned to the castle a small grin on her face. She would need this, some fun in her life rather than the harsh and cruelty her mother and father had confined her in.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare turned to watch Lucretia walk away, one brow arched just slightly, his lips curved into a shadow of a smirk. He considered himself a good judge of character, a natural at figuring people out, but damned if he'd figured her out at all. If nothing else, their night at the club would be interesting. Dare turned back to his sketchbook, contemplated finishing his drawing, but ended up gathering his things and heading off for new scenery.