Energy

[Neo]

Neo had gravitated toward the dance floor without a thought. The night's potential translated to an energy he couldn't deny, and he wanted an outlet. His head bobbed as he circled the edge. There weren't quite enough people dancing to justify dancing alone, so he scanned the room for a likely partner.

[Ms Scalett]

Ms. Scarlet scanned the room. She was getting restless and needed t do something. Standing off to the side was cutting it for her, so she headed to the dance floor. She noticed Neo searching the dance floor, possibly for someone to dance with. Scarlett came up behind him. "May I join you?" She asked in an attempted english accent. Her words were nt exactly said correctly and it was noticeable that the accent was not her own.

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[Neo]

Neo paused in his path and turned, his gaze behind the dark shield of his glasses sweeping over the form of the girl who had addressed him. His lips gave no sign that he had done so, nor did the set of his lips. "You may," he said, offering his hand. "I'm Neo. What's your name?"

[Ms Scarlett]

Ms. Scarlett accepted his hand by placing her gloved palm in his lightly. Etiquette and grace was never anything she could master. Her parents tried, though. Especially her mother. The many balls planned in her honor all ruined by one simple mistake. Maybe it was a step taken the wrong way during a dance, or the wrong utensil had been picked up. She was never good at that stuff, but tonight it wasn't her at the ball. She was someone completely untouchable. Her grace was obvious and it appeared that all of those cotillion lessons she had been put through were beginning to wear off.

"You may call me Ms. Scarlett." She replied with a nod. She pulled herself closer to him, her hips moving with the beat and her long elegant dress swaying on the floor. She studied him behind her pearled mask hoping to find a clue as to who was really behind the disguise.

[Neo]

"Ms Scarlett," Neo repeated, moving easily into the dance. He had years of practice as well, and an innate need for motion when the music played. His lips curved lightly as he watched her, as he looked at her eyes through the teasing holes of her mask. Who was she, really? He let words fade for now, let the dance speak for itself as he wondered.

[Ms Scarlett]

The dance floor was beginning to get more crowded. It felt like everytime some one new arrived at the ball, they headed straight to the dance floor. The congestion made Scarlett push in even closer. She watched other girls pull their strapless gowns up self-consciously from the corners of her eyes as the moved a little more than their dresses allowed them to. She had secured her dress with a binding spell as a pre-caution and had no problems as she moved. Her eyes seemed to have almost a red tint against her dress and the scarlet-red in her mask. The pair of eyes across from her were hidden my dark sunglasses and she couldn't tell who's they were.

She was curious to know who her dance partner was, of course, but she didn't want to think about that now. Why ruin the surprise so early in the game? Ms. Scarlett's arm wrapped around his neck loosely as her other hand rested lightly on his shoulder.

[Neo]

Neo's hands slipped into place at Ms Scarlett's waist, pulling her just a bit closer than propriety technically demaded. "You dance well," he said, picking up the conversatonal reins, not out of an sense of awkwarness, but because he wondered who she was, and wondered if she would slip up and give him some clue.

[Ms Scarlett]

Scarlett tilted her head back some and laughed a little. It was something she wasn't used to hearing much and had some irony to it. "I've had some practice." She said lightly, careful to choose her words. Her feet moved on their own as the danced across the floor. "You're not too bad yourself." She said. "For a beginner." A grin spread across her face to let him know she was teasing.

[Neo]

Neo's lips curved at the tease. "For a beginner," he repeated. "Would you rather try a more challenging dance, Ms Scarlett?" Tonight was no night for doing things halfway. It was about stretching your wings and enjoying the results.

[Ms Scarlett]

Scarlett tilted her head to the side. "I wouldn't want you to strain yourself or anything, Neo dear." She teased. "You see, I'm not sure you could handle it. However, it was in my blood. We Latinas were born to dance." She said not realizing her mistake right away.

[Neo]

He might have thought she had given herself away on purpose but for the natural way she had said it. His lips curved. "Show me," Neo said, immediately spinning her into a dance no beginner could keep up with. He'd had his fair share of lessons growing up, being groomed for the family name, and a natural love of the rhythm; this was a game, and an enjoyable one.

[Ms Scarlett]

Ms. Scarlett kept up. Her movements were quick and sharp. All those nights she had snuck out away from her mother had paid off. Her energy was great and her eyes danced with pleasure as they moved. Her feet moved through the steps almost =perfectly and when she turned she whipped her head back around so sharply it was as if it never moved.

[Neo]

The game had just gotten interesting. Neo's eyes followed his partner's movements appreciatively from behind the reflective glasses. She was good, and though Latin dances weren't his specialty, he held his own through every step and every turn. It was more than enough to get his blood flowing.

[Ms Scarlett]

The song was about to end and her legs were getting tired. She would've stopped, but it felt like she couldn't. All her energy and excitement took control. She pressed her body closer to his filling up any gap between them.

[Neo]

Neo took the invitation, or perhaps it was only an opportunity, and slid his arms around Ms Scarlett's waist, letting the dance alter to suit their new position. He continued to move, with and against her, letting the music guide him. He wondered if she had any idea who he was, or if she even cared, and decided if she didn't, he wouldn't enlighten her.