[When the kiss breaks, Prior has his hands in Nash's hair and a look of light concern trying to stay undercover in his eyes. His system feels like it's running high on something: maybe this odd mix of past and present's what's buzzing in him, a body that can't decide when it's supposed to be. But either Prior knows a freak out when they catch one building.
He keeps in close, face lit by the shifting colors in the club but blocking out the chaotic tangle of bodies and strobe light behind him.]
I suppose La Ciccone can't be to everybody's taste. Come on.
[Rather than taking the lead toward the door, he turns them both and walks backwards - it's a talent he first practiced with the maid's shoes in his parents bedroom. Doing things backwards in heels. But it means not letting Nash lose the focus on him despite the beat pounding up through the floor hard enough to shake up a pulse.
When they spill out onto the street it's a narrow little alley, dark, and fragrant with cocktails and urine. Careful where you tread. At least the music's only a headachey thud in the background now, it's quiet enough to answer Nash's question properly.]
Quiet as you like. The only son et lumiere's the moon and the water. Will you come with me?
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He keeps in close, face lit by the shifting colors in the club but blocking out the chaotic tangle of bodies and strobe light behind him.]
I suppose La Ciccone can't be to everybody's taste. Come on.
[Rather than taking the lead toward the door, he turns them both and walks backwards - it's a talent he first practiced with the maid's shoes in his parents bedroom. Doing things backwards in heels. But it means not letting Nash lose the focus on him despite the beat pounding up through the floor hard enough to shake up a pulse.
When they spill out onto the street it's a narrow little alley, dark, and fragrant with cocktails and urine. Careful where you tread. At least the music's only a headachey thud in the background now, it's quiet enough to answer Nash's question properly.]
Quiet as you like. The only son et lumiere's the moon and the water. Will you come with me?