#technoheartbeatz

[ 📲 • sms ] —— guess i just didn’t realize we were at this stage already [ 📲 • sms ] —— i hope you’re not expecting a picture back so soon.

The club itself was loud, very confusing with the lights and yet still quite the melting pot of socialism with music, finger foods and drinks at the bar, and Austin was there having a little bit of fun with his day off, having a friendly banter with some of the bar folks there and having a few drinks, and dancing on his feet as well. Of course, people were looking at him and Austin did not mind the looks whenever he was dancing on the dance floor. He was not the best dancer out there, but he could shake his ass and carry a tune along with it. As he closed down a little bit as the people milled into the dance floor, bodies in close proximity, his hand unintentionally flew around a little bit and he slapped someone’s butt by accident as he tried to avoid the crowds, and as she turned around to kind of be offended at that, he saw that she instantly blushed and he smirked at her. “Sorry.” He grinned. “As much as I’d love to say that your ass is delectable, it was an accident, I swear.”

A deep laugh before the stake ( and the young woman attached to it ) were shoved off his chest, both the human and her weapon now laying on the floor. “No offence sweets,” a pause as he rolled his shoulders, preparing for a fight “but you’re gonna have to do a hell of a lot better than that.”

Daphne sat in the cafe looking down at the cup of coffee in front of her. She had been dragged from shop to shop by her step sister all day and finally managed to escape her when a group of fans showed. Although it was rather late she had managed to find this cafe which meant she could take time to relax a little by herself. Slowly she sipped at her coffee and let out a deep sigh.

   “okay, so... take my hand,” she says, turning to face him. “and you gotta put one on my waist.”