"Seriously?" he questioned rhetorically back with a grin while shaking his head in disbelief. "You brought me to a club and didn't think I could dance? I was just gonna sip soda all night?" Each were smiling and maybe even laughing (Ty let out a soft one in what he'd told her). The music changed to something a little slower. His hands came around her frame and held her loosely yet stayed physically close.
The song wasn't familiar but the words were haunting, and he found himself softly singing along. Not every single word but a number of the ones that repeated. "...I'm always here, I'm always here..." Ty wasn't sure what he was saying, only that the words felt right. His arms around Tandy were snug. Others danced faster around them, yet like how she'd been, he paid no attention to anyone else. "...I'll never leave when it's good... I promise to stay when it's bad..."
Music had a way with him. Ty didn't even realize he was singing or dancing, just Tandy in his arms and how right it felt. Given her outfit, her cell phone was in one of his pockets. His was in the other along with his wallet. She'd been able to take his wallet easily off of him without him realizing until he needed it. He wouldn't recognize if someone had knocked into him to take anything off of him again.
While face to face, there wasn't much of a chance with Tandy close to where his pockets were. The opportunity came in when another change to music came and Ty led her to turn away from him so her back rested on his chest. His arms returned to wrapping around her small frame as they moved in sync. Until the scent of a woman sprouted behind him and he felt hands that weren't his date's on his hips.
He'd seen and heard of people getting sandwiched while dancing but wasn't sure what to make of this stranger on him. It was a fleeting uncertainty, although not a knee-jerk immediate response; Ty didn't like it. Tandy could probably sense something out of whack as he tensed and straightened his head rather than keep his face cheek to cheek. He was caught off guard and wasn't even sure how to dance out of it.
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The song wasn't familiar but the words were haunting, and he found himself softly singing along. Not every single word but a number of the ones that repeated. "...I'm always here, I'm always here..." Ty wasn't sure what he was saying, only that the words felt right. His arms around Tandy were snug. Others danced faster around them, yet like how she'd been, he paid no attention to anyone else. "...I'll never leave when it's good... I promise to stay when it's bad..."
Music had a way with him. Ty didn't even realize he was singing or dancing, just Tandy in his arms and how right it felt. Given her outfit, her cell phone was in one of his pockets. His was in the other along with his wallet. She'd been able to take his wallet easily off of him without him realizing until he needed it. He wouldn't recognize if someone had knocked into him to take anything off of him again.
While face to face, there wasn't much of a chance with Tandy close to where his pockets were. The opportunity came in when another change to music came and Ty led her to turn away from him so her back rested on his chest. His arms returned to wrapping around her small frame as they moved in sync. Until the scent of a woman sprouted behind him and he felt hands that weren't his date's on his hips.
He'd seen and heard of people getting sandwiched while dancing but wasn't sure what to make of this stranger on him. It was a fleeting uncertainty, although not a knee-jerk immediate response; Ty didn't like it. Tandy could probably sense something out of whack as he tensed and straightened his head rather than keep his face cheek to cheek. He was caught off guard and wasn't even sure how to dance out of it.