[Oh. Oh this is good. It turns out Jaskier has skill to back up all that charisma. The music's unlike anything she's used to, but it grips and tugs and demands reciprocal movement.
The person who bumped her grabs hold of her forearm and pulls her into a spin, and she lets them; she can't not, it'd be an insult to the music and the party and the life they're all breathing back into this old building. One spin leads into another, arms over her had, someone's hand on the small of her back, to steady her or catch themselves, she doesn't know. Only it occurs to her that the palm is too small, and that has her craning her chin over her shoulder to find Alucard again.
The eddy of the crowd hasn't carried her far, a few arm-spans maybe. He's easy to pick out, a spike of white all shrouded in that dramatic bone coat. Sypha applies her elbows again to wriggle her way back to him and grab it by one morbid cufflink.]
Don't just stand here! [She practically has to shout to be heard] Show some appreciation for your friend's music!
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The person who bumped her grabs hold of her forearm and pulls her into a spin, and she lets them; she can't not, it'd be an insult to the music and the party and the life they're all breathing back into this old building. One spin leads into another, arms over her had, someone's hand on the small of her back, to steady her or catch themselves, she doesn't know. Only it occurs to her that the palm is too small, and that has her craning her chin over her shoulder to find Alucard again.
The eddy of the crowd hasn't carried her far, a few arm-spans maybe. He's easy to pick out, a spike of white all shrouded in that dramatic bone coat. Sypha applies her elbows again to wriggle her way back to him and grab it by one morbid cufflink.]
Don't just stand here! [She practically has to shout to be heard] Show some appreciation for your friend's music!