Valentines Day Dance!

((Just to point out, Matt, it is kind of unrealistic that Matt would know so much about Remy. They have never met before, and Remy intentionally keeps a low profile about her less than honorable ways. Also, she is still pretty new to town and doesn’t have enough of a history here for the gossip to have gotten around. Just saying.))

Jess looked around then gave a shrug. "Care for some more drink?" he asked, grabbing another glass of chamagne for her.

Well well well, this was interesting. There seemed to be something about this woman, something... different, something he couldn't put his finger on anyway, so he decided not to try.

"Sure," he said with a smile, making a curteous gesture to the dance floor. 'This should be fun," he thought, deciding that tonight would be a night to let loose, "After you," he said, making the gesture once more

Remy was pleased when Jess so quickly accepted her invitation to dance, and she did not hesitate to show it. It wasn’t that she was happy, persay – though she couldn’t rightly say because she didn’t know what any emotions felt like – but she knew that this was another building block of the foundation in her plot for the night. Jess seemed to be playing along nicely in her scheme. If he had noticed anything suspicious about a beautiful woman taking sudden interest in him without reason, he was ignoring it.

People believe lies because they want to, Remy thought to herself as she flung her hair over her shoulder and took Jess’s hand in hers. Playfully, she tugged him toward the dance floor, making a “come hither” motion with her finger, but keeping it good-humored. Every man had a type, and Remy was exceptionally good at figuring out which type that was after only a few minutes. There were many types of women: bright and bubbly, wilting flower, smoldering temptress. You name it, Remy could play it. But Jess’s type was definitely not smoldering temptress, so Remy kept her vixen-like qualities at bay and instead let a mischievous grin play across her lips as they reached the center of the dance floor.

Having timed it so that the slow waltz would end just as they stopped, Remy was pleased to hear a song with a Latin beat fill the room, perfect for Cha Cha. Knowing nothing of Jess’s dance skills, she began to do the steps on her own, the feathered train of her dress moving with her as she accentuated her hips and moved her arms in time with the music.

When people dance, they don’t act like themselves. Some people are more awkward, some more boisterous, others downright more interesting than their usual selves. Remy didn’t really have a “self” to act like, being the chameleon she was, but Latin music always gave way to a type of sensuality that she fell more easily into than other personalities. She exploited this now by running her fingers down Jess’s torso, tugging him toward her holding his electric blue tie between her fingers, willing him to dance with her while simultaneously letting him know that there were no rules when it came to dancing. Anything was fair game.

"Sure." Andrian nodded and smiled as Sophia decided to dance with an older gentlemen. He watched them for a second, then turned around and quickly scanned the dance floor for Belle but she wasn't here, he sighed in defeat. Normally, she was never late for a dance maybe she found a new lover. A frown appeared on his face and he walked over to where he saw Matt drowning himself with beer and wine, reading his expression he had looked like a horse had stepped onto his face. "Hey, Matt!" he smiled in a cheerful mood trying to cause a happy atmosphere around them. He hated it when his friend were upset, especially Matt after everything he had done for him. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Sophia continued dancing with Gibb but looked at Andrian and Matt her farther and gave them a soft warm smile beofre turning her eye back on Gibbs. But she couldn't help not to look at Matt her farther he looked so depress and down without Emmanuelle her mother. "I need to find her for Daddy, I just have to."Sophia thought to herself. "Ok Sophia just try to enjoy the dance Daddy and everyone else would want that!"Sophia told herself. Though Sophia felt horrible for she was having fun when her farther and Andrian were both depress.

Belle walked into the dance and searched the area for Andrian, she had just been so out of it lately and had nearly forgotten the dance. Finally she saw him with Matt and glided over to him. She hoped she looked all right in her dress, the black silk clung to her like a second skin with a low sweeping neckline and very thin straps and a low back witch criss-crossed down to the lowest part of her back. The skirt stopped in the middle of her thighs up front, but a train of black rose lace swept down to the floor and flowed around her gracefully matching the spiked heeled boots that went to her knees. Her long raven tresses were piled into a fancy up-do with curls framing her face.

Finally she reached him and tapped his shouler and waited for him to turn and face her.

Andrian frowned as Matt decided to ignore him and continued to drown himself with alcohol.. To his dismay he felt a tap behind him, he raised an eyebrows and turned around to see who it was. He stood there frozen for a bit, staring at her as if she was something amazing and new. His jaws dropped, slightly as he saw how she was dressed. "Hey, Bel-" he said in a low, attractive male voice. "You look stunning tonight," he said a grin appeared on his face. 

She smiled softly as a small blush fanned across her cheeks. "Thank you love, and you always look amazing." Then she threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Oh I have missed you, I am soo sorry I have been so busy, who knew planning a wedding would seperate us so much?"

"Thanks, but I think your more amazing," smiled Andrian as he gave her a hug back. "I miss you to, life isn't fun without you," he frowned then smiled again. He then laughed when she said who knew planning a wedding would seperate us so much. "Well, let not spend another day alone anymore. Because I don't know how long i'd survive without you," he flashed his cute, dazzling grin on his face. "I don't want us to be a part any more," he added quickly.

She smiled, "Neither do I, but it is bad luck for you to see the gown and that is what has taken me away. Finishing touches and all that, but I am pretty sure that we can do the rest together side by side for the rest of the time." She pulled back and kissed him lightly, "So shall we dance love?"

"Bad luck?" smirked Andrian. His expression amused. I thought that was only for when they were having the wedding, he thought to himself. Had he missed something and hadn't heard it properly. "I thought that was just a suspicion?" said Andrian. Suddenly, Andrian heard her asked him if he wanted to dance, he nodded and smiled. "Sure. That would be lovely," he said holding out his arm in front of her waiting for her to take it so he could lead her to the dance floor. "Ma'am," he grinned, trying to be a gentlemen tonight. It was part of his plan, he had everything set perfectly already. He couldn't wait until he saw the expression on her face.

She gave a low curtsy before taking his hand and following him to the dance floor. "Depends, my family believes the groom can't see the gown at all until the moment of the wedding." She explained as she was swept into his arms.