@lonelycathedral
jax is, for lack of a better word, restless. it’s an odd thing to be when you’re at a party you’re actually enjoying but for some reason, it’s hard for him to settle, to keep still. he’s gone through more beer than he can count simply for the satisfaction of having something in hand and though the room is filled with twenty-somethings busying themselves with conversations about some small-talk topic or another, all he really wants to do is move.
now, all he needs is someone to move with.
hannah comes into his line of vision from the periphery ; but he knows that silhouette like the back of his hand, so his reaction to her is immediate -- cheeks dimpling in as he smiles, heart skipping a beat as he makes his way over.
he pretends it isn’t pounding in his ears when he slings an arm around her shoulder. “dance with me, han!”
