Midnight Dancing

It was late, very late. Perhaps that's why she was there. The up beat jazz music filtered out of the closed door slightly, but not much. Nor did the sound of tap shoes meeting the beat of the music.

She moved to the music, not only with her feet, but also with her body, she hummed along with it, jumping and tapping her feet with all her might. Her wavy, burnt red hair was pulled up into an extremely messy bun, one that said she'd put her hair up because she was warm.

Her legs were clad in her regular black pants, but her upper half was not clad as it normally was. In the place of her regular long sleeved shirts, she wore an extremely tight black tank-top, of you could call it that, since it exposed more of her than it covered. However, it was obvious that it was designed for dancing. Her dark skinned, toned stomach was visible due to the shirt being designed to keep the dancer cool.

Her seafoam green eyes were open and relaxed, and because she was so relaxed, she's subconciously tuned out any emotions that were out there to be felt. Had anybody been listening, they would have been surprised to hear her voice suddenly break out singing with the artist of the song, in a low, husky, very jazzy, mellow sound.

As it were, when he clapped, she was in the middle of executing a very difficult move, and she tumbled to the ground, biting her lip to keep from letting out a cuss word. Then she drew her knees to her chest, suddenly a bit selfconcious of her exposed midriff. "I didn't know anyone was up..." she said softly, her accent thicken three times over by her surprise. Then she pushed herself to her feet, crossing her arms to keep herself warm. She walked over to the stereo playing jazz, and turned it down so that the music was simply background. Suddenly, all of his fears and emotions rushed into her again, and she suddenly became aware that she was holding her breath. She'd been dancing, and she hadn't felt him coming. That was a new development. she cocked her head and smiled at him. A small smile, not of the usual calibre of her smiles, but at the moment, he was lucky she wasn't chewing his head off for interupting her.

She frowned for just a moment when he placed his sweater around her shoulders, and took a breath to say something, but then snapped her mouth shut, instead slipping her arms through the large arm holes. "Thanks.." she said simply, still trying to decide whether or not she really was thankful.

Then she allowed a small smile to grace her face as his worry rushed into her. "No, don't worry. I fell to prevent injury, not to cause one. Besides, if I'd injured myself, I'm afraid you're see the less lady like side of me." she chuckled softly, surprising herself all the time. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, testing them to make sure she hadn't hurt herself, and making little clicking noises with her feet. Then she went a little more out, and tapped a fast ditty with both her feet. "Nope, I'm just fine." she added simply, bending to untie the tap shoes from her feet.

She opened her mouth to protest, when he fell over the chair. An involuntary gasp exited her mouth as his pain rushed into her. She quickly crossed the room to where he was, her tap shoes making "tik tik tik" across the floor. She dropped to her knees, untangling the chair from his legs. "That hurt." she stated, rather than ask. She knew he wasn't ok. "And it's too bad, since I'd rather have your company than dance." she smiled softly again. She found it rather amusing, that on one of the few nights that was was feeling soft, not grumpy because her insomnia, he found her. She settled herself back against her knees. She wasn't sure if she was ok with him seeing this side of her yet, but she really didn't have much of a choice, because she didn't have the ability to change how she acted, or rather, controll it from hour to hour.

Loo tried not to laugh at his discomfort. She succeeded in allowing him to pull her to her feet, keeping a straight face. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable with that comment.." she smiled a bit, then tapped her feet quickly, making a metalic clicking noise on the floor. Then she released his hand and ran quickly over to the stereo, turning up the jazz again. She started singing along with Frank Sinatra. She made wide, dramatic arm movements with the music, before chuckling at herself. She hoped that she was breaking the tension of the situation with her antics, but she was truly having fun too. "Come on, Zar, show me what you got." she grinned at him, tapping herself around in a circle with the music.