<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Eivind and Daniel seemed to do fine on their own, neither of them particularly interested in the mess of people sweating together on the dance floor; just the two men who were dancing with one another. They both came back and forth, <i>hydrating</i>, though Eivind didn't think the alcohol counted. Daniel asked how long Eivind had known Sig.<br/>
<br/>
“Not long,” Eivind admitted.<br/>
<br/>
“That honestly surprises me a little bit, with the way he talks about you two,” Daniel commented, and Eivind realized that he too liked the little wolf more than the average person. Eivind wasn't very intrusive, nor all that talkative, but Daniel was capable or supplying the conversation starters. Eivind found it easy to talk about him and Blue, at least when they weren't talking about a <i>hunting accident</i> that never actually took place. Blue popping in every few songs put him at ease, but he still paid attention the best he could considering his location.<br/>
</span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">–</span></span>​</div><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans"><br/>
On the dance floor, things were going well, at least up until the point where a burly fellow showed up. One who apparently knew Blue. The man had come up behind Blue and spun him around to face him, disrupting them abruptly. Sig stood there, staring, watching the interaction in disbelief. Sig could tell by the way Blue's mood shifted that this was not a happy reunion, whoever the guy was. The man, Vincent, barely looked as Sig before asking '<i>who the little guy was'</i>. Blue gave him a clipped answer, but the guy didn't take the hint. When Blue made himself that much clearer, it was obvious he understood english, he just didn't care. Sig had caught the 'reacquainted' remark, and though possible this was an ex? Or at least something Blue had fucked, though Sig didn't really see the appeal. Pushy was only sexy to a point, when both people were playing the game. Blue was done playing.<br/>
<br/>
“Hey now,” Sig started, coming closer to them, his usual smile on his face. “I think that we were getting on just fine without any interference. He's here with someone that I don't thing would take kindly to you yanking him around. I don't personally like it either, myself. It's not s<i>exy</i>, if that's the kind of thing you were going for, friend.” Sig reached out to touch Vincent's arms. Sig was a bit tense, but his friendly body language hadn't changed all that much. Vincent was a big fellow, intimidating in every way, but he didn't want Eivind to get wind of this. Not because he worried that Eivind wouldn't mop the floor with the guy, but rather he worried that he would. That he's hurt him. Sig had remembered Eivind's fists, and he'd been apologizing, going limp. Vincent didn't seem the sort.<br/>
<br/>
Sig chanced moving in closer, going up Vincent's arm, to his shoulder, where he pressed slightly, hoping the other man would move; would <i>let go</i> of Blue. At the very least, he was going to try to get his body between them, if he could separate them, the same way he'd wiggle in and try to break up a fight among wolves. When compared to that, Vincent wasn't really so scary, and Sig, for as much as he actually got his ass beat, wasn't all that intimidated by much.<br/>
<br/>
“He's moved on from whatever <i>arrangement </i>you two had. You should look elsewhere. Plenty of hotties here other than Blue for you to ravage,” Sig said, hoping that Vincent saw the appeal of looking elsewhere; literally anywhere else.<br/>
</span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">–</span></span>​</div><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans"><br/>
Eivind was aware something was slightly off. Blue's scent, thick with sweat given the activities of the night, had changed minutely. Generally, Blue sweaty was a smell Eivind enjoyed. Blue hadn't been worried when he'd come over, checking in on them, and he seemed as if he was having fun. Eivind wasn't sure what caused the change. Perhaps he was filling Sig in on the events of the day, causing the downshift suddenly. He'd looked back to the dance floor, though he couldn't see them. He hadn't been able to see them for most of the night, given the bodies that had all crowded around them.<br/>
<br/>
“Worried Sig has made off with your boyfriend?” Daniel asked with a smile that made it clear he wasn't worried about that problem. Eivind wasn't so worried about it either. Sig knew he'd kill him.<br/>
<br/>
“No,” Eivind said, deciding it probably wasn't anything to worry about. Just Blue's mood causing fluctuations in the smell of his sweat. It wasn't fear. Eivind was intimately aware of how that smelled upon his his mate's skin, but it still wasn't right. He was with Sig though, a wolf he was coming to trust, and he decided he'd give it just a few more minutes before he went throwing people out of the way to check on Blue.</span></span>