[ Her smile widens a bit at his laugh. It always feels like a tiny little victory in her chest to get an actual sound out of him. She lingers there for just a moment, just long enough to be intentional, so close that she can feel each exhale, then slips from the barstool. ]
You'll have to catch me first.
[ With a sudden laugh of her own, she pushes him with the hand on his chest before abruptly sprinting through a gaggle of her club dwellers at the end of the bar. None of them appear to even notice, beyond Steven gently removing Shaggles from the bar to place him behind it.
Her direction is the obvious one, toward the loft; she runs up the stairs with a speed that's frankly pretty impressive for just a regular human lady -- forty-two stories downward in heels, in the time it takes an elevator to descend the same distance is nothing to sneeze at. She sheds her headdress by letting it fall down the steps behind her. ]
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You'll have to catch me first.
[ With a sudden laugh of her own, she pushes him with the hand on his chest before abruptly sprinting through a gaggle of her club dwellers at the end of the bar. None of them appear to even notice, beyond Steven gently removing Shaggles from the bar to place him behind it.
Her direction is the obvious one, toward the loft; she runs up the stairs with a speed that's frankly pretty impressive for just a regular human lady -- forty-two stories downward in heels, in the time it takes an elevator to descend the same distance is nothing to sneeze at. She sheds her headdress by letting it fall down the steps behind her. ]