Hazel's expressions were a tell-all, stuck somewhere in between amused, curious, and awkward all at once as Colin returned Brock's phone to his person. The redhead chuckled airily, offering a subtle smirk after his statement. Her gaze flickered towards the door Errol had disappeared behind, head quirked very slightly, as if she was genuinely considering it. She was sure Colin was more than joking, but Hazel's mind was always ready to run a mile a minute over every viable option. Voice dropping in tone and hoping desperately the fae in the room didn't have super senses, Hazel murmured, "Perhaps Errol will join us once Chance is further.. preoccupied." After all, the woman had seemed slightly bothered by her lack of employees available that evening. Perhaps she'd be drawn out to ensure things weren't in complete disarray before retiring to bed. Hazel wasn't quite sure what she'd prefer more.<br/><br/>"As for another dance," Her voice lilted upwards, eyes sweeping away from the door across the bar and towards where Colin stood before her. "I'm more than up for it, if you are." This time, Hazel pulled out her own phone from her overcoat and abandoned the coat on the barstool. Her phone wasn't anything new or fancy, but it did the job and loaded Youtube alright. It took her a moment, scanning quickly through the songs she'd marked over the past few months, but she finally settled on a song. It was a violin cover of a modern song, but one beautifully crafted and seemingly unique, at least to Hazel. There was something about the way the artist recreated the beat, the rhythm, and the lyrics with just one instrument that stole her breath whenever she listened. It was Viva La Vida, and although it was quicker than their previous song, it had a striking variation of notes that built the listener to the climax of the tune with such passion it made her heart ache. The music was quicker to fall into beat, and this time it was Hazel who profered her hand to be taken.<br/><br/>"I hope this is alright. It's definitely not a classic or anything, but it's such a beautiful cover." Stepping closer once more, but slightly unsure of where to begin, she offered a half-hesitant, half-determined smile. "And it's also a bit faster, if Errol does want to join us. I think slow dances are a bit more difficult to fit three people in," she laughed quietly, her face graced with a pleasant smile that seemed content to stay. Their dance had definitely lightened her mood, though if anyone<i>knew</i>her, they'd know the signs of anxiety that prickled at her skin when they saw it. They way her gaze occasionally flitted towards the doorway- the<i> front</i>doorway, as if expecting someone any moment- and the way her body seemed to be constantly tense, prepared for a mad escape run at any time, were only slight details, but familiar if you knew what you were looking for. With that all lurking beneath the surface, Hazel was more than content to stay downstairs and dance the night away. She rarely slept these days, the tiniest hint of make-up covering the dark circles under her eyes, but she pushed away any exhaustion she ever felt because it was useless, trying to sleep with the anxiety suffocating her. It formed shapes and figures in the corners of rooms at night, eyes that glinted red and teeth that glinted ivory. And they always,<i>always</i>whispered her brothers name.<br/><br/><div class="bbMediaWrapper">
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