The heavy steps of Lawrence Rowburg, muffled not even by the small boots he usually wore around his hooves, were often said to make the floor below him quake. For most that might have been an exaggeration, but he certainly had the mass. He could feel a slight resonance to the other foot of the same set when he took a casual step forward, and that incentivised him not to hurry despite anything actually happening being rather unlikely. This was, after all, the balcony to the Devil's Pit. This was hardly the worst it had faced, or would be facing in the future to come. And besides, if this was the way he got to catch more glimpses of the not at all unpresentable front of the woman that had picked him out, well that was just an added bonus. And if that quality of him, the fact he had all this bulk to work with had been the one to win him the favour he might find himself collecting later, who was to say it was a bad thing?<br/><br/>He followed the mischief maker beyond the curtains, one hefty arm raising the dropped fabric aside until he could let his humanoid torso in, allowing the rest of the curtain to brush against his body while it climbed up onto the elevated position behind him. He took a quick look around, noting the configuration was much of the same as it had been when he'd been using this place with his friends. But there was one notable exception in the shape of one quite nonpermanent fixture… Lawrence sipped his drink while it came his turn to make eyes right on back, the man tilting his head forward so that he could look at her from just above the rim of the glass, one arm set on his hip, elbow pointing out away from the table he was circling and where he would soon set his nearly empty glass on. He flicked his tail in the air, indirectly approaching the girl as he followed the rim of the circle his steps were carrying him in.<br/><br/>She had picked a spot behind a chair, hands resting on top of its backrest with her tails still spread in a wide fan, something that Lawrence could truly appreciate. Their eyes were locked together, heads turning as their relative positions changed in this dance. The centaur reached out with one hand as he got close enough, running his fingers through the fur of one of her many tails, grinning at her as he brought his fingers higher and higher towards the tip, moving on to the next tail as they left the tip of the first one. Yet this time he started lower, much nearer to the base than the halfway of the first one that had been testing the waters. The third one he went for as he was wholly behind her now, and lastly when he stopped at her side, the hand that had been resting at his hip came in closer to her hands and neck, while the one that had been stroking her tails went even lower, below her skirt and the starting point, fingers brushing against her bare buttocks, the lack of flinching inviting him to touch down with his palm as well. He nudged his chin up in  gesture of approval, considering whether he should move his left hand further too or just reach for his drink again…<br/><br/>———————————————————————<br/><br/>Somewhere much less private Hugh found himself quite surprised by the developments here in the table he was occupying. The usually quite ready to comment slime bounced his focus between Lori and the other monster of the table, trying to decipher at what point Lori had decided that she would be going for someone this night just as well. To him, it looked pretty obvious that something was going to happen here. But then again, Lori wasn't really aware of what Lawrence, him, the other Lawrence or any monster at all would go through at some point in their lives, hell, quite a few points! He considered for a moment if he should mention it. But in no time at all, his raised eyebrows came back down as he placed his glass back against the table, and Hugh gave himself a little shake of his head. Nah. It'd do good for both participants. Why bother Lori with the details? He'd just have another drink and see if there was anything, or -one, else he could spend his time on.<br/><br/>And so the very presence of the malleable man seemed to shift away from focus, even the attentive gazebloom losing the attention of his eyes more and more towards the source of the yearning bubbling within himself. More and more eyestalks slowly drifted away from his surroundings towards Lori, the three-petalled tips opening and closing like blinking eyes as a the needle-teethed mouth below curled into a grin at the mention of the dancing, and even more so with the very direct invite that he received. "Moment mal", he requested and raised the glass he was holding to his lips, chugging the rest of the drink and taking off after Lori, the first few eyestalks wrapping around her wrist as she held his sleeve. He wouldn't give this any chances. She was his partner now, and nobody would be breaking that apart. Not one monster that saw a human in their midst! And that was made easiest to avoid if he held on to her at any given moment. He had just the tools for it.<br/><br/>It took some pushing through people to find the space, but there were some good things about Lori being so obviously something else than the usual visitors to these parts. Some of the people made way instinctively, and as long as Lawrence was following her as closely as he was few would try anything. Those that did soon found themselves discouraged by a set of eyes glaring at them from mere inches away, and their owner passing between the offender and the would-have-been mark. And soon there was space that they could use, even if it was rather close to the part that Lawrence knew to be used for very different activities. Or perhaps that was just a good thing? He breathed in the smell of the room around him and had to actively restrain himself from jumping upon Lori here and now. No, first things first, there was to be dancing that would slowly bring them to closer contact. And then the magic could happen. Not literal magic of course, but… oh dear, was he really bothering with an internal monologue of this sort in this moment in time?<br/><br/>The music blasting so loud one could barely hear a word even if it was shouted directly to one's ear had never been the element of the quiet gazebloom. But here and now, with alcohol moving in his system, with his Thirst stronger than it had ever been, with Lori so tantalisingly close, his body moved practically on its own. There was no practised grace to his movements. Anything that came was spontaneous. The hip bumps that would turn the pair around a little, the arm whose eyestalks held Lori's hand rising high and guiding her to do a quick spin supported by him, the step between her legs for a quick lift with the other arm tossed around her and the associated tendrils leading to even more eyes wrapping around her leg to hold her in the air in this move just as well… as she was let down, she might find that the eyestalks had not left her leg alone at all, but climbed upwards. Or had they stayed put with her coming down? It mattered little with Lawrence holding her hands, pulling her close with their faces nearly touching one another, another spin taking them even closer to the mass of less innocent action going on. His breathing grew faster and heavier. Soon, he earnestly hoped. Soon.