<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Eikichi_Character_63.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Late<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + Mask (https://www.venicemaskedball.co.uk/ekmps/shops/maskedball/images/white-mask-with-black-design-1795-p.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Flirting<br/></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><br/>That smile of his never left him, Daniel knew better, instead his eyes intently circled over her form. Those irises of deep blue infatuated with the way she moved almost as if standing still would end up confining her. Not that he complained, even if she was the type that needed to keep moving he’d happily follow her wherever she went as she certainly looked delicious when moving about. Her comments didn’t dissuade them either, he thought they had a certain charm to them. <strong>"I can’t say.. that I’ve been called a waiter before. Or desired to be one but if you were the one to make the request then I think I’d be quite content to follow you around, drink waiting in hand, especially if I was paid in those lovely smiles."</strong> His voice wasn’t light, the atmosphere around them wouldn’t allow it thanks to the various chattering and music wayfaring about the room to impede the hearing of others, but even if the words couldn’t be privately spoken the tone carried a nuance of charm and tease. Primarily teasing her for the smile she was so willing to share with a stranger that just brought her a glass, not that he was complaining.<br/><br/>It wasn’t a surprise she hadn’t recognized him, no one did. CEO’s of tech companies rarely got in the news unless they were the head of some mega conglomerate like Steeve Jobs, or Bill Gates. Even then while plenty of people knew those names, a small fraction of people had just heard of them and never bothered to look them up and see them. So, someone like him was totally invisible in appearance. Her, however… she was just as invisible to him as he was to her. It wasn’t like he didn’t watch movies, but there was a bit of an age gap between the two of them. However, she had managed to startle him. Her hand on his chest as she shouted she knew who he was, he was a bit dumbfounded. Nobody had <em>ever</em> recognized him so, how did she? Was she some sort of techie.. wait that didn’t make any sense how was some techie at a party like this?<br/><br/>That smile of his ended up a losing a bit of luster only for her answer to come and Daniel found himself in a rather tight spot, trying his best not to laugh at the ridiculousness of her statement. She was whimsical, that was for sure, and he definitely liked it. When it wasn’t giving him a fright. He’d been just about to respond, and cut her off from her delusion of him, when another woman interrupted them both. Of course, her outburst that he was a driver didn’t do anything to break his smile instead, if any bystander that heard the outburst or if Kitty herself had ended up looking at him while Melody berated him they might just notice that Daniel was looking quite a big smug with himself. To anyone else it might look like he’d lost his mind, but Daniel had a fair reason for being smug. It was one thing to assume that you’d managed to fool a few people at the entrance, but when someone was just broadcasting his position as a ‘driver’ out to anyone that would hear it made things much more <em>fun</em> for him. Besides, he was curious as to how the lovely lady in red might react.. Speaking of which. <em>Kitty.</em> That name did ring a few bells..<br/><br/>That thought didn’t go anywhere, for the moment, as instead he was more preoccupied with the way she responded to him. That smug smile quickly replaced with a more applicable look as she slid closer to him, and then slid her hand through his jacketed arm. As for the hand she put up, that took his attention more than the black feathered woman that was now strolling away from them both. <strong>"Sensitive? Me? Not likely. But I’ll be happy to dance with someone so splendid.."</strong> His hand holding hers between his guided her, slowly, through the crowd as they made their way over to the dance floor. Unable to help himself any longer, once they reached the edge of the dancing area Daniel turned to face her. He brought his lips to her ear as one hand wrapped around her waist and the other hand slid up to take hers into his. <strong>"Though, I’m so very curious. Do you often decide to take ride with strangers who offer you a drink? Not that I’m complaining.. but if you were serious about a ride it’ll be twofold. One that makes you weak, and the other into the sheets."</strong><br/><br/>Brazen, aggressive, forward. All the words were applicable for him, and his style of flirting. Though before she had a chance to correct him, turn him down, or slap him, Daniel took a step backward while leading her by the waist and stepped onto the dance floor with her. Here the throbbing music that had filled the rest of the estate was pounding at the eardrums, his hand on her waist drifted casually there, while the hand locked with hers gave her a slight spin in his grasp and brought her own arm around herself while her back was now pressed to his chest. It seemed, that he was still intending to dance with her, but with how casual his grip on her waist was, if she wanted to pull away it would be quite easy to do so.</span>