Tucking his phone back in his pocket and returning his attention to finishing off his drinks, Keiran nodded along as Phoenix explained just how he had the energy to go clubbing so often. It made sense that if you were the sort of extraverted person who gained energy from being around others then a nightclub might actually be a place of relaxation. For Keiran, however, it was a nice treat upon occasion and when he was in the mood but there was no way he would come to one voluntarily more than once a week. He just couldn't imagine the world where that was a possibility.
Keiran didn't get to contemplate that thought for very long, for the moment he placed the now empty glass down on the bar, Phoenix grabbed his hand and began to gently tug him in the direction of the dance floor. "Ah, no, no.." He tugged back a little but didn't completely pull away from the other man. Keiran didn't dance, or at least he didn't dance when he was sober enough to point out that he didn't dance. Fortunately for Phoenix though, Keiran had drunk just enough to make the protest against dancing a half-hearted one, "Which is bad news for you because I can't dance." He pointed out with a self-deprecating laugh, already having slipped his hands into his pockets because he never knew what he was supposed to do with them.
Phoenix wasn't dissuaded, and Keiran found himself needing to pull his hands from his pockets in order to prevent himself from looking even more awkward than he probably already did. Still, Keiran didn't have much time to think about that either as Phoenix very happily grabbed him by the ass and forced him to 'dance', or at least sway with the beat while the other man pressed up against him. Okay. Okay, this was happening really fast and Keiran felt as though he'd left his brain back at the bar with the empty glasses. A feeling that only increased when Phoenix lithely spun himself about and continued to dance, grinding himself back against Keiran - who awkwardly continued to sway with the music, letting one hand tentatively rest on Phoenix's hip.
He could feel the heat in his cheeks, the alcohol, the awkwardness and Phoenix's very deliberate provocations combining him flushed and warm. "Y-you're very good at it - uh -A-at dancing..." Keiran said, not sure what else he was supposed to say or where he was supposed to put his hands. Although, considering how clear Phoenix was being with his dancing though, maybe he could have put his hands wherever he might have liked. He didn't though, and instead, awkwardly let Phoenix do the dancing thing while he swayed about like a signpost with two left feet.
Keiran didn't get to contemplate that thought for very long, for the moment he placed the now empty glass down on the bar, Phoenix grabbed his hand and began to gently tug him in the direction of the dance floor. "Ah, no, no.." He tugged back a little but didn't completely pull away from the other man. Keiran didn't dance, or at least he didn't dance when he was sober enough to point out that he didn't dance. Fortunately for Phoenix though, Keiran had drunk just enough to make the protest against dancing a half-hearted one, "Which is bad news for you because I can't dance." He pointed out with a self-deprecating laugh, already having slipped his hands into his pockets because he never knew what he was supposed to do with them.
Phoenix wasn't dissuaded, and Keiran found himself needing to pull his hands from his pockets in order to prevent himself from looking even more awkward than he probably already did. Still, Keiran didn't have much time to think about that either as Phoenix very happily grabbed him by the ass and forced him to 'dance', or at least sway with the beat while the other man pressed up against him. Okay. Okay, this was happening really fast and Keiran felt as though he'd left his brain back at the bar with the empty glasses. A feeling that only increased when Phoenix lithely spun himself about and continued to dance, grinding himself back against Keiran - who awkwardly continued to sway with the music, letting one hand tentatively rest on Phoenix's hip.
He could feel the heat in his cheeks, the alcohol, the awkwardness and Phoenix's very deliberate provocations combining him flushed and warm. "Y-you're very good at it - uh -A-at dancing..." Keiran said, not sure what else he was supposed to say or where he was supposed to put his hands. Although, considering how clear Phoenix was being with his dancing though, maybe he could have put his hands wherever he might have liked. He didn't though, and instead, awkwardly let Phoenix do the dancing thing while he swayed about like a signpost with two left feet.
