by Morgan Landry 11/3/2014, 1:00 pm
Cleo didn't even acknowledge Luke going away as she was too busy giggling with Niamh. "Of course!" she said, took her hand softly and stalked over to the dance floor with her on her 18th century-styled high heeled ankle boots.
The dance floor was crowded with demigods and a bit sticky with spilled drink but Cleopatra didn't care -- she was inhabited to it. Her dance started a bit like Niamh's, with an increasing sway of her hips, then she started undulating, throwing her hair over her shoulder then broke into an alluring groove walk finished by a sit&roll, one hand on her hips to accentuate the rolling motion of her waist whilst her other hand lightly brushed her own body. Years of clubbing had given her a wide array of seducing dance moves and she was decided to use as much as she could tonight.
Falko frowned as the younger boy ate his taco salad. "If I wanted to teach you anything worthwhile I'd have to be here 24/7/365," she told him. "And even if I did... you don't learn anything like that," she snapped her fingers. "What I know, I've learned from the youngest of ages, I literally live in a circus. I can't just teach you 'what I know' through a couple of lessons."
The daughter of Deimos was not very comfortable around the guy. He was ... she didn't really know. Awkward? Something like that. Guess that hiding from society paid off, though if he had done it really because of how he looked, then he was as superficial as those who laughed at him. He kind of irritated her, so after excusing herself, she slipped away to the dance floor. She was the spirit of Halloween, and there was no way a Halloween party would go on without her.
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