sigelphoenix

Gunnar watches the morass of people in the club with slitted eyes. The girls dance around with wild abandon, and he sighs. Why do they insist on coming out here? There's too many people. It's dark. The flashing lights are confusing. Too many smells. Too loud. Not at all safe. Too many bystanders if something happens.

But even Nariko, the sensible one, is as lost in her dancing as the other girls, so when she comes up to him, tugging his arm to join them, he can't help but oblige. Gunnar doesn't dance. The girls dance in a circle around him, and he feels a bit awkward standing in the floor, not doing anything. A bit annoyed at their irresponsibility. He's had enough of this. He spies an opening between Nariko and Kyoko and goes for it--only to ram into Nariko as she makes a sudden step toward him, her eyes shut as she twirls about.

Then she stumbles, but between Gunnar's quick grab and Nariko's natural deftness, she continues her spin, barely noticing the near fall, and as Gunnar leans down to steady herm, she faces him, their lips meet and after a moment's hesitation, Nariko presses in, as rapturous as her dancing.

"Uh. Sorry." Gunnar says as they break off, and Nariko continues her dance, unconcerned about what just happened, leaving Gunnar to return to the bar, wondering if it actually happened at all.