Martin’s eyes continued to travel back and forth between the pair. Whether the girls realized it or not, he saw the little hip bump Paige gave to Lena. It was subtle, and perhaps unintentional. Or, rather, it had seemed potentially so before the girls picked up their banter. Either there was a clear subtext to the way the girls addressed him, or they didn’t realize full well the vibes they were putting off to him.<br/><br/>To Martin, both still rang as possibilities. Over the years, he’d met young women who didn’t seem to fully grasp the power they held to get men to do as they wanted. They would often be flirtatious without fully understanding the influence they could exert, even over much older men. He sometimes wondered if it was merely a function of a lack of self-confidence.<br/><br/>Martin knew that power well because he’d experienced it himself in the past.<br/><br/>Even as he made the offer of extra credit to the girls, he knew that, at least in some measure, it was due to the attraction he was feeling to the pair. That, in and of itself, was a dangerous game to play. An attraction to two girls as well-acquainted as this pair? That was almost certainly an invitation to trouble.<br/><br/>His eyes continued to drift between the pair as they spoke, right up until the point where they’d snugged themselves up together. Without meaning to, his gaze drifted for a moment to the placement of their hands, then back to Lena as she spoke and made her first contact with him. Her fingertips were soft, and he found his wrist turning over slightly as though to grasp at her hand before she drew it away and led Paige to the dance floor.<br/><br/>A smile curled his lips as he lifted his glass again. He wasn’t much for dancing. Even on nights where he’d met someone at the club, he preferred to keep to the edges of the floor and let conversation be his draw. Lena and Paige hadn’t given him a chance to answer though, and, even if they had, he had a hunch that they’d not be taking no for an answer.<br/><br/>With that in mind, he quickly polished off the last of his second drink with the knowledge that he’d have to slow down a little bit, or risk putting himself in a position where he might not feel completely in control. And that was something he simply could not allow, especially not considering what seemed to be unfolding.<br/><br/>He chewed his lip for a moment, his weight shifted forward on the stool. The gaze that had shifted between the girls now followed their twisting path out to the floor, though they didn’t delve too far into the crowd, potentially to make sure he could see them still.<br/>The beat continued to thunder from the speakers all the while, finally downshifting just slightly after a few minutes. Martin took this as his chance to slip to the floor and join the girls. Catching the bartender quickly, he asked for one each of what the girls had been drinking, and nodded when asked if the drinks could be placed on his tab.<br/><br/>With a glass in each hand, arms raised just above his shoulder level, he slipped through the crowd and onto the floor. The approach brought him to Pagie’s rear, where he smiled over top of her head at Lena, and reached one of the glasses over to hand it to the leaner of the girls. For Pagie’s part, he touched her gently on the shoulder and pressed the glass into her hand, calling out to them above the music, “I thought you could both stand one more before we got to work. I hope you don’t mind.” He smiled, doing his best to look reassuring as he slowly swayed his hips with the beat, keeping a scarce amount of space between himself and Paige, doing his best not to seem as though he’d read anything into the interaction to this point.<br/>