It wasn't that Phoenix wasn't attractive, he was! Nor was it that Keiran wasn't interested in the man, he was! But the whole combination of alcohol, general life anxieties and the rapidity in which they had moved from talking at the bar to grinding on the dance floor left Keiran's head spinning. Nightclubs really weren't his cup of tea at the best of times and he had heard more than enough crazy stories about terrible things happening to people who got themselves in plenty of trouble when drunk at clubs. Thankfully, Phoenix seemed to realise his anxieties, at least to a degree and turned about to face the mage once more. Face to face was better, although it still didn't help with Keiran's dancing, as he continued to proceed through the steps of the traditional 'Awkward White People Dance' by stepping to the left and then to the right, and repeating.
After Phoenix's comment about his supposedly 'tempting mouth' Keiran was surprised the man didn't try to kiss him, regardless of what he said about boundaries - given how they'd been dancing only a moment before. Thankfully though, he didn't and Keiran was saved from the embarrassment of a public display of affection, and probably doing something incredibly awkward like slobbering all over the guy. Instead, he gave an awkward flash of a smile, "Thanks - ?" What did someone say to that anyway?
Clearly, neither dancing nor flirtatious conversation while dancing were Keiran's forte - something Pheonix must have realised as he decided to drag them off the dancefloor as the song changed. Keiran gave an audible and visible breath of relief, not really hearing what Phoenix was saying and just nodding to go along with him, just happy to be leaving the dance floor. He didn't care where he was going, as long as it was to the edge of the room and he wasn't going to do any more dancing.
"Oh, good." He murmured, as he let Phoenix lead him toward the booths, that was a solid idea. Though - Keiran belatedly realised as they approached - they were very private, and other booths did have their curtains drawn for added secrecy. What sort of things were people doing in nightclubs which needed that much privacy? This wasn't supposed to be a brothel or some sort of sex club was it? Canada had similar laws to Australia in that regard, right? Surely he would have realised it earlier.
And then, it occurred to Keiran. His parents had always warned him about it, or rather about them. Vampires.
Born in a insular mage community, Keiran had very little exposure to other races beyond his own, even less so with vampires. Yet he had seen enough movies, read enough texts and been told enough warnings by his elder relatives to put all the pieces together. Phoenix's rushed affection made sense now. Everything made sense!
Before they could sit in the booth, Keiran yanked his hand back from Phoenix - "You're a vampire! aren't you" He accused the other man, not sure if he was alarmed, worried or actually intrigued by this notion. What if Phoenix was a vampire? As long as he didn't end up dead, maybe getting to know one could be interesting? Who knew? One thing was certain though, he wasn't about to hang out with someone who could kill him without first making sure that wasn't their intention.
After Phoenix's comment about his supposedly 'tempting mouth' Keiran was surprised the man didn't try to kiss him, regardless of what he said about boundaries - given how they'd been dancing only a moment before. Thankfully though, he didn't and Keiran was saved from the embarrassment of a public display of affection, and probably doing something incredibly awkward like slobbering all over the guy. Instead, he gave an awkward flash of a smile, "Thanks - ?" What did someone say to that anyway?
Clearly, neither dancing nor flirtatious conversation while dancing were Keiran's forte - something Pheonix must have realised as he decided to drag them off the dancefloor as the song changed. Keiran gave an audible and visible breath of relief, not really hearing what Phoenix was saying and just nodding to go along with him, just happy to be leaving the dance floor. He didn't care where he was going, as long as it was to the edge of the room and he wasn't going to do any more dancing.
"Oh, good." He murmured, as he let Phoenix lead him toward the booths, that was a solid idea. Though - Keiran belatedly realised as they approached - they were very private, and other booths did have their curtains drawn for added secrecy. What sort of things were people doing in nightclubs which needed that much privacy? This wasn't supposed to be a brothel or some sort of sex club was it? Canada had similar laws to Australia in that regard, right? Surely he would have realised it earlier.
And then, it occurred to Keiran. His parents had always warned him about it, or rather about them. Vampires.
Born in a insular mage community, Keiran had very little exposure to other races beyond his own, even less so with vampires. Yet he had seen enough movies, read enough texts and been told enough warnings by his elder relatives to put all the pieces together. Phoenix's rushed affection made sense now. Everything made sense!
Before they could sit in the booth, Keiran yanked his hand back from Phoenix - "You're a vampire! aren't you" He accused the other man, not sure if he was alarmed, worried or actually intrigued by this notion. What if Phoenix was a vampire? As long as he didn't end up dead, maybe getting to know one could be interesting? Who knew? One thing was certain though, he wasn't about to hang out with someone who could kill him without first making sure that wasn't their intention.
