Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

Had he known that the woman he had briefly admired or probably more from her perspective stared at, had noticed him he'd likely have bolted out of the nearest exit even if it had been a second floor window. The drink itself was the closest thing to palatable he could find not being a great fan of alcohol he'd settled on one of the milder fruit punches that seemed to be scattered around everywhere causing his mind to wander idly how much alcohol was in this dilapidated old house right now. Of course he had no idea what she was doing was more than returning the gaze as he lifted the glass to his lips once more and took a half-mouthful sip, the alcohol though much less than everything else on offer still stung his throat slightly as it went down. Miles was vaguely aware of the woman standing up and moving it didn't immediately register in his mind as important, in the back of his mind he highly doubted she'd be moving toward him which is why it took him a heartbeat to realise that those strappy sandals and scale painted skin were right in front of him over the rim of his glass. In that brief pause as he'd tried to turn his head upward she had pulled the glass from his surprised grip and took a drink from it as him tilting his head upward revealed his fair if freckled complexion not to mention an expression that was one part perplexed and two parts surprised by the event. The way she had licked the rim of the glass and then her lips stuck in his mind for some reason even as she lowered the glass back toward his still outstretched hand causing a slightly startled reaction as it threatened to topple from his palm before he adjusted it to hold it properly again. The first half of her sentence caused his brow to furrow, a slightly confused blinking as if he wasn't sure what he had heard a brief pause later and she finally spoke again. Oh.. I guess there might be better things to drink.. I.. Just settled on the one that didn't smell like engine degreaser.. It dawned on him perhaps a split second too late that she may not have been talking about drinks but as to what she meant didn't even really occur to him, despite at least half the people in this very room in various stages of making out. It wasn't anything he expected to be fortunate enough to take part in simply because that is how he felt the world was to him right now. As her hands rested on those hips just to one side of her sheer outfit it just now dawned on him that it appeared she wasn't wearing any kind of underwear making his eyes snap up to meet her more serpentine gaze with a light blush creeping across his freckled face. That blush grew ever deeper as he realised he'd been seen staring at her across the room causing a few stumbled attempts at starting to speak, his bashful nature tying his tongue in knots before his mind caught up. I.. Oh.. Sorry I didn't mean to stare it's just.. Well.. You seem to have put a lot more effort into your costume than most people here.. It uh.. Looks like it took hours to paint your skin that way.. It was a sincere enough explanation given the average costumes attendees of Stacy's Halloween soiree ranged from merely competent to laughable, though he imagined half were here for free booze and the other half hoping to get into someones underwear by the end of the night. Her tone of voice was firm though not angry, perhaps commanding or authoritative at least that's how he felt with her next words. Pushing himself to his feet he found her standing a little closer to her than he thought causing a mumbled apology as he sidestepped around her and scurried across to the bar to retrieve her drink. At this point he wondered where she planned on moving to as he doubted she would ask him to retrieve her drink if she wasn't planning on moving somewhere. He made his way back across the room, a drink in each hand with a raised eyebrow, finding the evening to have taken a strange turn for him given he'd been about thirty seconds from standing up and leaving before.