Tian bit his lip as he approached the ballroom, his brows furrowed in contemplation. Should he really go to this party...? Insecurity was beginning to bloom in his mind, steps away from the threshold... Maybe he'd underdressed! Or maybe he wasn't as good a dancer as he thought, and would end up making a fool of himself... After all, those occasional times at work, he'd learned some dances from trial and error... but never had any actual lessons, unless drunken tips on how to swing his ass counted. However, he was still new to SA, and hadn't made many friends... Perhaps attending a school function or two right off the bat would broaden his social circle once more. Just as long as he didn't slip on drinks again, like that one time he was waiting a table...
Ceasing the shuffling of his feet, Tian swallowed, before entering the ballroom.
Immediately, familiar music assaulted his ears, the voice of the DJ'ing pair just barely audible over the roaring of the crowd. Dancing bodies moved all around him, and though such a writhing mass of people should have been intimidating to someone as small as Tian, he felt as comfortable as a monkey in a tree. The pulsating bass of the large speakers pounded right into his chest like the beat of a second heart, and the slim teen felt a gleeful smile lift his lips. It was just like so many nights after hours in the dingy bar that used to be his workplace... without the lingering odors of smoke, alcohol and sex. It was just like the place that Tian learned to dance.
Oh-ho, yes... Innocent little Christian Kemberley could dance, and he could do it
damn well.
Little did he know, he could also dance
dirty, for the aforementioned hip-swaying tips came from intoxicated young men wanting something pretty to giggle at. Working at the shabby club had taught Tian more than he ever let on about the darker side of life, the boy being aware of more than his pure-like attitude hinted towards. However, he was definitely far from an expert and could still be considered chaste compared to normal standards, his chastity obvious from the way he gawked at sexual references (unlike at the bar, where he tuned them out after a while). He knew of acts by knowledge, but when it came to practice, his naïvety was too blatant to miss.
This, friends, was why he was so terribly (or wonderfully) unaware of the tempting nature of his clothing, or of the seductive way he moved on the dance floor.
Having no jackets to hang up and nothing to lose, Tian burst right into the crowd, unnoticed by his occupied students save the one time he stepped on someone's foot. His insecurities were thrown into the wind as he lost himself to the atmosphere, not even minding as various bodies pressed against him in the heat of the dancing. Every now and again, he would feel an appreciative student eyeing him, but what onlooker would be able to resist such a delicious dancer?
Delicious, he looked, indeed, for he had worn one of the two party outfits he owned to shis school function. On his feet were a pair of sleek white
converse, while a long, thin cloth necklace hung on his neck, completed with a small red stone hanging a few inches above his belly button. Speaking of belly button, his midriff was adorned with a thin white tee-shirt, a tight-fitting number that was still a little baggy from his thinness and bunched about his lithe waist. Finally - the piece that pulled eyes of both genders to him, were the dark red skinny jeans wrapping around his legs. The tight material, complete with bold stitching along the seams and a few small tears throughout the legs, hugged him well, showing his ever so slight thigh gap and accenting his bubble booty to the point of the rump being dream material - even with the cloth still covering it. A bulky black belt held them up at his waist, completing the look.
His jeans weren't the only thing making his butt look good.
As Tian moved across the dance floor, his hips swayed in such a tantalizing way that if he had looked harder, he would have caught one of the students drooling. Oh, if only he had been more aware of his surroundings... Alas, he was not, and ended up finding himself right back at the front of the ballroom, still dancing and dancing kinda temptingly at that. But what did he find here?
It was nothing but his old
molester friend Sid (apparently he had decided to go shirtless again), as well as a woman that Tian decidedly thought was incredibly beautiful. However, being a sexyman was the farthest thing from his mind (what gender did he even want to be a sexyman towards?), and so he shot the two a friendly smile - which became slightly strained once his eyes glanced over Sid.
"Hey, Sid!" he exclaimed, waving toward the drow as he made his way over,
"Nice party, huh?"
Changing his attitude, he reached out an unthreatening hand towards Marina, a smile still playing at his features.
"I'm Tian! What's your name?" he said to her. It was about that time that he also noticed Mynaim standing off to the side, and he flinched a little. However, she looked pretty humanoid, and having an idea of how strange Manta Carlos inhabitants could be, he quickly felt bad for his reaction. "
Hi there! Why are you off to the side?" 
