ђєץ кเ๔ร, ๔๏ ץ๏ย ฬคภภค ๔๏ ฬђคt เ ๔๏? (Pip)

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"I've been in situations like this before," Deon said. "With these particular people, though, I am just guessing. I usually guess right."

[pipintan]

She let out a snort, following his gaze. "I'm sure they provide some entertainment," she replied, with a raised eyebrow.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

He just shrugged and said, "You'll see. Then again, you'll probably have more fun than I will."

[pipintan]

She slugged him in the shoulder. "I do not appreciate your jokes," she replied curtly, "I do what I have to do to survive her."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon laughed. "It's unfortunate. I think you'd be much more fun if you weren't hanging around some old guy all night."

[pipintan]

She frowned at him. "You seem too at ease, Mr. Deon," she commented lightly, raising an eyebrow.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"I'm always at ease," Deon said. "Even when I'm getting shot at. It helps me keep from panicking."

[pipintan]

She let out a snort. "Well then, I do wish I was as at ease as you are," she muttered, pressing her lips into a thin line. How odd he was: so calm in a situation he clearly did not want to be in.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon finished off his drink and offered her his hand. "Care to dance?" Really, most people weren't dancing, just milling about and talking to each other. A gentle music filled the air, not really dancing music. But Deon didn't seem to care about that.

[pipintan]

Jiao narrowed her eyes, as if trying to see if there was any hidden motives. Finally, she stood up and, hesitantly, took his hand. Her hand was much smaller than his and cool to the touch. "You continue to surprise me, Mr. Deon," she said, giving him a playful smirk, "I believe you said you had no manners. Am I not correct?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"This isn't manners," Deon said. "I always have an ulterior motive."

[pipintan]

"Is that a promise?" She asked, tilting her head, the smile still in tact. "Do you always have an ulterior motive?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon smiled and turned them around slowly, then leaned his face closer to hers. "Always."

[pipintan]

"Interesting," she mused, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Well then, do tell. What do you hope to accomplish with dancing with someone like me?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon slid his other hand onto her lower back. "I should also mention that my ulterior motives are always secret as well."

[pipintan]

She chuckled. "Fine then, I always do love a good mystery. Do I get to guess?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon chuckled. "Go for it," he said. "But I don't guarantee that I'll tell you if you get it right."

[pipintan]

"Mm, very well then. Let's see..." She was quiet for a few moments, before she said, "A. You are trying to impress the patrons here by dancing with me, B. You are trying to, as you say, 'p*ss someone off,' or C. You are just dancing with me because you want to."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Hmm, good guesses, all of them," Deon said with a smug smile.