[She's buzzing, dizzy and giddy and perilously close to overstimulated. A part of her is ready to jump him (and get away from the chaos), but mostly she wants to dance. She's still got months of pent up energy to work off, and she dances so rarely.
Stay, her lips answer, rubbing against him with a promise for later. She slaps his hand away when it rubs against her rear. Later!
Except. That wasn't his hand. It's some skeezy bearded creep who's dumb enough to try again. She grabs his wrist and twists hard.]
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Stay, her lips answer, rubbing against him with a promise for later. She slaps his hand away when it rubs against her rear. Later!
Except. That wasn't his hand. It's some skeezy bearded creep who's dumb enough to try again. She grabs his wrist and twists hard.]
Hands off, creep.
[Way to ruin her buzz, asshole.]