[sarafina gregorio]

The music was loud, the drums pounding through her system. Bodies moved together on the dance floors, girls being twirled, tossed, and turned around while the men laid their hands wherever they could manage. Laughs and singing filled the smoke filled air that smelled of tobacco and booze. And in the midst of this craziness, of this scene of hedonism and thrill, a girl danced like the rest but stood apart at the same time. Her crimson dress draped over her swaying body, tapering off halfway down her thighs to reveal her shaped legs sheathed in translucent black tights ending in matching black high heels that made her legs continue on for days. Her deep brown hair had been pinned up, twisted and secured to the back of her neck to leave the open back of her dress showing to all who cared to look, but as she dance it had come loose and now hung in begging to be touched waves down to the middle of her back. Her skin shown with excitement and energy as she moved through the crowd from partner to partner. her scarlet lips curved up in a blissful smile and her black lined eyes shimmered in the dim lights. She had no qualms about the hands passing over her legs and up her sides. Eyes from all over the room watched her as she was oblivious to all of them, merely concerned with whatever lucky lad had his hands on her at the moment. She danced with an unending supply of life and spark.

As the set came to an end the dancers' chaotic movement calmed and they began separating in couples or groups from the center of the floor to catch their breaths. The crimson-clad beauty on every man's mind crossed the floor with an unfailing sureness of step to lean against the bar and dazzle the bartender with a smirk. "Just a soda water, Jimmy," she ordered simply, wanting something with more of a kick. But here at the hotel, she knew soda water was the best she would get, thanks to prohibition. As Jimmy slid the drink across the counter to her, she sipped it demurely, the smirk never leaving her lips. She turned on the stool she sat on, holding the glass in her hand and watching the room with an amused expression as she pulled a thin small flask from the front of her dress, uncapping it and pouring a healthy dose into her soda water before replacing the flask where it belonged. She sipped the drink again and grinned at the improved taste. The music was starting to pick up again and the beauty turned down more than a few requests before it got around that she wouldn't be joining back in just yet.

This untouchable but oh so desirable woman was a common fixture at the dance hall at the Chelsea Hotel. Her name was Sarafina Gregorio and she was a daughter of the Italian mafia. Every man here knew her name and every woman knew her reputation. She gave the flappers and whores a run for her money. She had a healthy taste for men on and off the dance floor and a unique brand of charm that prevented her from ever walking out of the hotel without a zoot to hold onto. She'd come out tonight with Gracie, another daughter, but had lost her hours ago to some Irish bloke or other. She hadn't been paying too much attention to Grace, honestly. Her attention was fully focused on the men she was tempting and the women she was offending as she changed flitted her way from partner to partner, leaving a trail of drooling men behind her. She sipped again at her drink as she watched the dancers, her eyes resting ever so slightly on a few men she was considering letting capture her attention tonight. Of the few, there was an Irish mobster she'd tumbled with before, one of the gangsters in Vinnie's emply who had proven he wasn't an Italian she was necessarily disgusted with, and a face she didn't recognize but had the desire to get to know better. She smirked down into her drink as she sipped, catching the new one's eye, amused with his cocky demeanor and the wink he gave her before she began her wandering gaze again.

[sebastiano moretti]

The night was dark just like any other night yet the air seemed to smell sweeter in these parts must be all the ladies out tonight Sebs thought. The day was nothing like any other day busting a few guys here and there and conning some on the side for pleasure. As he drove in his car to the hotel that was usually hot tonight he flicked the last of his cig out the window. He pulled up to the hotel and moved his right hand from the steering wheel to snatch his black hat that had single silver and white stripe that went around the center of the hat. The hat matched perfectly with his dark jet black pant suit, and he had no idea why he bothered putting on the jacket at all. The jacket would be off in a matter of minutes upon his entering the hotel but it was all about the first entrance into any place. His black shirt with thin white pin stripes made him look dark and mysterious from his black hat on top his head to the black penny loafers on his feet.

Sebs needed something to lighten the mood after hours at the office doing nothing well, nothing that would for one moment make him feel like he was doing his civic duty. Then again when did he ever feel like he was doing his civic duty? Sebs would go out of his way to avoid having to do right with the long arm of the law, and it was only in his screw ups that he did something right for them. Every part of him told him not to take off his gat but he opted too, because if things were to go down he’d have the gun of the shooter in ten seconds flat. Upon entering the hotel a vibrant little flapper walked passed him giving him a wink to signify that she saw him and she knew he saw her. He didn’t want her gesture to go unnoticed so he made his way over to her as he let his eyes trace her body from chest to legs. His brain made a special note of the short yellow dress that was loose in just the right place and tight in just the right places to make you want more.

He placed his hand on the wall next to her head and leaned into her giving her his usual grin before he placed one hand on her thigh running it up to her waist. “You going to be a tease tonight doll? Or are you willing to go fourth?” She smiled as she placed her hand on his moving it back to her thigh. “Later, Dollface. I got things to attend to first.” She leant forward giving him a kiss on his neck leaving a bright red lip print on his neck like her mark telling the world that he was hers tonight. “I’ll be waiting.” “Sure you will.” He followed her to were all the magic and sexual conducts begins, only he went towards the bar and she went towards the front of the room. As, he walked over to the bar he saw her there, the only girl that could possibly make Sebs do a double take and lose his breathe at first glance. It was possibly known between the both of them that part of his frustration and ill feelings towards her was the fact that he wanted her in his bed; only she wasn’t not obliging like most would do and have done.

The dame was amazingly breathtaking and also the biggest flirt this side of Chicago but that didn’t stop Sebs from trying to make a move on her every time he was near her. He wouldn’t admit it but he loved playing her little games with her even if a few times it left him with his pants down. Those times only happened when he got a little to tipsy but he had to watch himself tonight because he wasn’t going to screw up his plans with the dame in the yellow dress. Sebs had a bad habit of dancing with other girls in front of his potential hook up that night just to give them a little taste of what he was going to do to them later. He made his way closer to the broad that kept him wanting more every time he saw her, and he knew she was on her game tonight with her get up. It was probably known with most of the dames around here that he couldn’t resist a woman with long legs in black stalkings, and have it topped off with short red dress that curved to their body in just the right places. He almost didn’t recognize her red shoes because other parts were taking his concentration at the moment, which is why he refused to have any girl to close to him mentally and physically. There might come a time when legs such as hers would become a distraction and in his daily duties those things could cause the big one, and there ain’t nothing he fears more.

He placed his arm on the bar ordering a drink from the bartender “scotch dry” The bartender who was just as distracted as he was looking at the girl that takes most of the spotlight in the room ‘Sarafina that almost didn’t hear the order. It was when the voice tone registered in his ears that he perked up and looked at Sebs with a nod and nervous smile. “Yes Sir, Officer Sebs. Right away.” He leaned in closer towards Sarafina after taking his a sip of scotch from the glass that was given to him from the bartender. The scotch on his breathe lingered over her shoulder followed by the scent of his cologne that he dabbed on after he changed into his party clothes at the office. “A pretty dame like you all alone, What’s a man to think?” the smirk in his tone was completely obvious you’d have to be stupid not to pick up on it. He back placing his weight back on the stool rather than his right leg and took another sip of his drink. He placed his hat on the bar top as he made a note to smirk at all the ladies in the room who were happy now that he was here. It gave Sarafina break because their focus was no longer on loathing her but how can I get in to Sebs pants.

He naturally gave a few come hither stares a few followed by a grin or a wink which ever came first at the moment. It was no lie that he was good looking and what girl who wasn’t in the mafia or prostituting wouldn’t want a cop as a boyfriend? Plus, having the satisfaction of landing and taming one of the cities bachelors that claims he can’t be gotten by a dame. He took another sip of his scotch before one of his fellow officers walked by to say hey and probably a long ended conversation which he wasn’t in the mood for. “Hello, Sebs.” “Hello, Ace.” It was true this kid was the ace in the hole when it came to luck or being perfect in everything he did. Only being perfect didn’t give you talent and wits like Sebs. He quickly hopped off his stool and pulled a dame over and pushed her into the kid and smiled knowing he avoided a huge conversation about the job and or his personal life. When he returned to his seat he made a note to down his drink and order another because it was clearly going to be not only a long day but a long night too.

[sarafina gregorio]

Sitting at the bar, Sara could practically feel the eyes drifting over her body. As she casually scanned the room, her eyes met with a few men she was impressed with, a few more who's desperation amused her, and even more who pissed her off with a look saying that she was there's for the taking - whether she agreed or not. That final category was more or less reserved for the Italian boys she'd known since she was a bambina and who held no interest for her whatsoever. One such boy - and yes she considered this final category all boys - was Noah. He wasn't part of the mafia per say but one of her closest acquaintances and someone she'd been living to torture for years now. As she sat, she felt someone beside her and turned her head, smirking at the knowledge of what was coming as soon as she saw Noah. "Sara, I can hear your thoughts, and they ain't good," he said ordering a drink. "I don't know what you're talking about, amore," she said, turning her attention away from the dance floor and onto him. "I'm just havin' a little fun, same as you," she pointed out, kicking his leg lightly as she crossed one of her stocking clad legs over the other, not bothering to tug down her skirt where it shifted up higher on her thigh. "Why don't you go babysit Gracie. She's going to get into as much trouble tonight as I am - but you're boss is a whole lot more concerned with what she does than me," she added, finding Grace as she spoke, causing a scene in the middle of the dance floor. "Go on now, you're blockin' my view." She pushed him lightly, meeting his final look of warning with a look of innocent amusement.

She watched him go, crossing paths with one of the hundreds of flappers crowding the joint. This dame wore a yellow dress that was almost as tempting as the one she wore herself, probably the only reason this girl caught her eye at all. Sara liked to be the center of attention, the most tempting treat in the room. This broad would give her a run for her money, though she knew at the end of the night she would come out on top. She fought back a sneer at the girl as she walked past, watching her with judgement and even a little disgust. She knew the broad, one of the flappers who utterly hated Sara and wasn't nearly as much fun. After all, where was the adventure in a girl who'd hop in your bed at the first glance you give her. The best things in life ain't free and Sara was proof of that. As she followed the whore out from where she perched next to the bar, her eyebrow lifted as she saw another path crossed. Her breath hitched a little at the zoot stopping to let her plant a kiss on his neck, an involuntary reaction she was already cursing herself for.

Of all the men that could have walked into the club that night, Sebastiano was the best and the worst. Without a doubt he was one of the most fun zoot's she'd ever toyed with. His arrogance and charm made him think he was God's gift to women but she'd never let him get the best of her. She'd lead him on, tease him as far as his pride would allow, then leave him high and dry and wanting more. It was a well choreographed dance and she was a master. The only problem was that he wasn't the only one left high and dry. She never claimed not to love sex. What broad could resist a guy after a night on the floor, trousers rumpled, suspenders down, sleeves of his white shirt rolled up and unbuttoned? Definitely not Sarafina and she couldn't deny that Sebastiano was a perfect example of everything physically appealing in man. Too bad he was just an arrogant ass.

As Sebastiano let the dame walk past and began to make his way into the main room, Sara adjusted her seat so her back was slightly turned to him. She leaned one arm on the bar and sipped her drink again, her smirk settled on her face with ease. She felt him come up beside her but gave no indication, she wouldn't give him the pleasure. She hardly turned at the sound of his voice, taking another drink as her eyes continued to scan the dance floor. "Who says I'm alone, Moretti?" she asked with nonchalance and an amused smile. As he settled himself besides her she felt the gazes that shifted to him. Now the room was torn. The women wanted to hate her and oggle him while the men wanted to punch him out and get her undivided attention. It as an amusing scene for her, watching them try to decide what they wanted more. "So to what do I owe the pleasure of your obviously much desired presence?" she asked, turning to face him and beginning the game. "Far as I can tell, you're a marked man," she said with amusement, her eyes lingering for a moment on the lipstick on his neck. "Don't want to go upsetting the missus, ragazzo."

[sebastiano moretti]

Sebs wasn’t sure whether to rub the mark off or keep it there because keeping it there had a chance to annoy her. There was one thing she hated more than him at times and that was flappers and so as part of his game he was going to keep it there and he looked back at her with a smirk. “If you weren’t here alone, then why isn’t your guy here to claim his territory? Even if I was the ugliest lad in the city, he would be over here just to settle the situation.” Sebs gave her a grinning smirk knowing that he just nailed that one and he reached over and grabbed his second drink taking another sip. She knew he was right because what guy on the face of the earth would let another guy lean into his girl and talk to her. Even if he trusted her whole heartedly because it was one of those male macho things were they had to show who was boss in their own human version of a juggle.

He noted her hair had started fall out so he nonchalantly pinned it back in place with one hand because if anything was going to make her hair fall down he wanted to be apart of it. “As for the dame, well.. I don’t think she cares who I talk while I’m here or what I do as long as she gets me at night. If things change through the course of the night what’s one pissed off flapper? She’ll find someone else.” He said change in a slow and seductive tone as if to get his point across, but he didn’t have to because she wasn’t ill educated as most of the women in here. A girl walked up behind Sebs and gave Sarafina an ill look as she turned around thinking that she was a little to late to snatch him this evening. He wondered what happened to a little innocent cat fight but that would mean Sara would actually have to participate which she wouldn’t. He visualized her standing there watching the other girl ready to tear something of hers off; and then Sara would smirk and walk away waving not in goodbye but in a ‘so long doll face, you take him.’ He could even see her facial expression of laughter as she moved along the floor to exit and the red fabric of her dress moving along with her.

Sebs started hide a stiffed laughter thinking of the situation as it would probably play out if it actually did happen. He knew whether she’d admit it or not if he was a little different then she’d be all his in a heartbeat but that wasn’t going to happen. There was on way in hell he’d change for any dame in this city and it didn’t matter how good they were in bed or what personality they had. However, he did cock his head to the side to give the other girl a glance over and if the flapper should change her mind then he’d definitely try to find that girl later on. It’s always good to have a backup plan incase your first one fell through. There hasn’t been a day in his life that he had woken up alone because there was always some girl in his bed that he had picked up the night before. It’s a wonder he hasn’t tried to pick up the same girl using the same skills as he had the last time he did it. Then come to think of it there might have been a time when he did but the girl was probably too stupid to figure it out or she just wanted it as bad as he did.

The music started to pick back up again and he leaned in a little closer as he gave her not a grin but a casual grin and spoke in his velvet smooth voice that really was hard to resist at times even for her. She has resisted him before so if she did so again yeah his ego would deflate by a huge margin but that was one thing that was becoming a pattern in her presence. It didn’t matter how much she led him on even with him knowing the outcome he still played along with her sick demented game. It might be because deep down he actually enjoyed being toyed with and what guy doesn’t love to run after the things they can’t catch? “Care to dance? Or is your date going to intervene?” He knew if he mentioned her date that might spark a fire under her butt a little but he wasn’t sure. If there was anything he was sure of with her and her mental thoughts was that he would never in his living day understand her.

It was this fact that probably attracted him to her because in a way she was like him only he was a little easier than her because it didn’t matter how loose the guy was. If a girl was a loose as he was they’d be talked about and no one would ever take them seriously. He had to admit it that he didn’t really ever take any the broads he took home seriously because all he had to do was just say ‘lets go have a good time in my bed.’ They’d be there faster than he was and they wouldn’t even know where he lived either. If she were any other girl he’d be getting up to grab her hand because she would be up faster than she could say yes. Only with her it was a crap shoot whether she’d say yes or not but then again she was a girl that couldn’t turn down a dance or a change to tease him and then leave him high and dry.

There was that one embarrassing moment at their first encounter when she led him all the way to his place then ended up crawling out his bathroom window as he lay in bed finally realizing how quiet it was. If any other man would have been put in that situation they’d be pissed at her or never want to show their face in public, however he was different than most. He was going to get what he wanted eventually even if it took a lifetime to get there because everyone had their golden egg they searched for and she was his.

[sarafina gregorio]

She ignored his question for a moment, turning to the bartender again. "Hey Jimmy," she called dreamily down the bar until she had his full and undivided attention. It wasn't hard, Jimmy was one of those guys who didn't care so much about the quantity of customers so much as the - quality. And as far as he was concerned, Sarafina was of the best quality. He sauntered down the bar, leaning on it across from her so that their faces weren't far apart. "Be a doll and get me something with a little more punch?" she asked, her lips turned into a soft smirk that had been known to send men to their knees. "I think I'll have what the good officer here is having," she added, nodding her head to the side to point out Sebastiano but never taking her eyes from Jimmy's. "Sure thing, Sara," he said, his grin cocky with the idea that she was really interested in him. An misunderstanding she would never correct. Jimmy made the best drinks in the city. He slid the drink into her hands and she gave him a thanking wink, turning in her stool again to look out at the dance floor.

Finally she pulled her attention back to Sebastiano and his question. "I only said I wasn't alone," she answered with an amused smirk, her eyes trailing everywhere in to the room except for to him. "I never said I was with a guy. Besides, I don't need just one. Take a look around you, love. Each and every one of those guys is trying to figure out whether it's worth it to come over here and take you on to get me out on the dance floor again. And not one of them is stupid enough to think I'd appreciate that kind of - barbaric behavior over little old me," she said, bringing a hand to lie flat on her ample chest in an act of false modesty. She took a sip of her new drink and crossed one long leg over the other, allowing her skirt to rise up on her leg.

Her attention shifted back to Sebastiano when she felt him pin a bit of her hair back up into the knot at the back of her neck. She turned her head to raise an eyebrow at him with amusement, sipping from her drink. To be honest with herself, his action had intrigued her. She didn't quite know why he'd done it but, more baffling, she didn't know why it didn't bother her. She pushed the thoughts from her mind, they weren't helpful to the detached and coy game she was playing now. At his brush off of the lipstick girl, Sarafina had to smirk. "Oh but where's the fun if you have a back up plan?" she asked. "Where's the thrill. The whole point of the game is to find someone worth your time and interest and I know someone that easy couldn't interest you in anything other than a quick lay and an awkward morning." Her speech was candid for any woman, even a woman of her standing, but Sara had never been one to worry about the rules. She said what she thought, and as far as she was concerned that flapper wasn't worth it as a dame for Sebastiano or as competition for her. Which was exactly what she would be.

She knew she shouldn't care what he did after she left him on the dance floor. After all, it was she who always left him wanting and not the other way around. As far as he knew, anyway. But it still sometimes bothered her, thinking about the broad he'd take home that night when he realized once again that he couldn't have her. She tried like hell to convince herself that it was because she knew whoever it was was a poor substitution for herself. Which was the truth, in her opinion no girl in this joint was close to being on her level. She smirked at his question, hearing the bait as he let it leave his lips and refusing to rise to it. "Baby, if my date were going to intervene, I'd sure as hell say yes," she said, sliding off the stool so her body was practically leaning against his in the small amount of space between them next to the bar. "But since I've got no one's blood but yours to get going, you're going to have to show me how much you want it," she added, her voice low and inviting and contradicting her words. She smirked, running a hand along his chest as she turned away from the bar and took a few steps away from it. Almost immediately she was surrounded by guys who had been waiting for her to move one. Letting one of them drape an arm around her waist she walked with him onto the dance floor. Her eyes followed Sebastiano as she walked out, giving him a wink and a smirk and just daring him to make the next move.

[sebastiano moretti]

He noted her drink as she got the same thing he had and if he would have even took the time to compare their personalities he’d have known then that she wasn’t to far from being just like him. When she got another drink he nodded for another because he knew tonight was going to be a strong scotch night for him at least. “For a girl who seems to have so many me y…” his train of thought got distracted by some guy trying to start a fight. Thank god for those bouncers because there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d get in that now on his time off. He made a mental note of the husky guy being pushed and shoved out of the place knowing that he was bound to do something else to get himself in trouble again. There was nothing worse than a girl flapping her arms about at the bouncers declaring he was doing nothing wrong when he clearly was but you can’t help some dames. Then again taking one look at her and one look at him it makes you wonder what he had to get her because it clearly wasn’t his looks or personality. Once the scene was cleared he turned his attention back to Sara as she played her hard to get game like she did most of the times they ran into one another.

He knew every guy in the place would give anything to have her and yet none of them had the balls to make it known like Sebs did even if it got him nowhere. This was probably one of the reasons he enjoyed her so much because she had that catch me if you can attitude and he knew she would be worth the catch. After he pinned her hair back he was surprised she didn’t clock him one or say something to bring him down lower but then again when she leaves him high and dry again tonight that’ll be more of a satisfaction. Then she made her comment about the quick lay and not being very interesting and she was right because there wasn’t anything remotely interesting at all about any of them. They all wanted the same things and did the same things as if they went to a class to learn how to do it but at least it was something and that’s better than nothing at all. If there is anything he knew it was that anything was better than waking up alone with those damn nightmares that lead him to more drinking as if he didn’t drink enough.

Then again she’d never understand that fact but that is being said as if he’d even tell her anything about his past when he first moved here. As far as she is concerned, he moved here as Sebastiano straight from Italy from a nice local family in Italy that sales bread, and he has never been close to any woman in his entire life. Sebs doesn’t know of one person here in Chicago that knows anything of his true identity along with Evangeline. “The game is fun even if you seem like you are never going to win.” Of course he said that implying that he was talking about her, because she is the only girl that could ever keep him wanting more even if he gets the answer no every time. It almost sounded like she was giving him a compliment saying he can do so much better than what he settles for but there couldn’t be any reason she’d ever say or imply anything like that with him being the subject. “If you can point out a girl is worth the time of day go ahead otherwise you just have to stick with what is out there.” He paused more a moment taking a look around the joint noting there really wasn’t anyone else out there that could be close to her description unless she was referring to herself, but she has turned him down more times than he has asked. “Plus, Anything is better than sleeping alone.” The tone of his voice sounded like there was a deeper meaning behind what he said something huge but all it is something that will never be said…

“The morning afters well, you get used to those. Half the time I just kick em out so I can get to work. They do serve their purpose whether it might not be interesting and exciting it’s something.” He knew deep down she wouldn’t understand anything he just said because she had everything she wanted and she’ll probably fall for some Italian in her dad doesn’t exactly approve but accepts. He’ll be here at a bar trying to find some other chick to chase. … She knew he wanted her, but she probably didn’t know how passionately he did because hell even he didn’t know how passionately he wanted her. There were nights when he’d wake up to early and roll over seeing some girl knowing that she wasn’t who wanted there but there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. As far as he was concerned there was no girl out there that could make more than a living dead man walking amongst the living, and that is why it didn’t matter how empty his relationships were and how they never fulfilled any desire. It would be wasted upon his dead soul; because once something is dead it can no longer feel anyway which is why he never got close to anyone. In part it had a little to do with fear that he could be reborn and that alone was enough to scare him. He was about to order another drink when she slid of the bar making the distance between them a lot less than before he could feel his heart starting race.

Her sliding down his chest was rather embarrassing because he was afraid she could feel how fast his heart was starting to go. Here she goes again toying with him and all he had to do was walk away knowing full and well what was going to happen. Yet, with all the guys walking over to her he couldn’t help but follow her to the dace floor where she led him. Every guy here tonight was loathing Sebs more than they did earlier tonight or every other night because he was about to dance with the object of their affection. They knew if they came with in a hair of her and him he’d kill em so they knew to keep their distance from any dame he was with at the time, especially Sara.He just stood there staring at her body out there and that red dress just clinging there in places he dreamed to see at night, and he kept telling himself to resist. The ending would be the same as always, she’d leave alone to go home and he’d be with the broad in the yellow dress. As the minutes passed the guys were on edge awaiting his move tonight because if he declined it’d give them another shot at her.

Sebs reached his right hand to the back of his neck slowly running his hand across his neck a few times trying to smudge the red lip imprint on his neck left by the flapper. You could almost see her disgust as she saw this and if she had any self respect she’d refuse to go home with him tonight but a little flattery will win her back. After a few minutes had passed he slowly made his way out onto the floor trying to play a little hard to get but that was a game he failed at miserably time and time again. It felt like eternity to Sebs but he was finally beside her and he made sure to stand as close as he could against her as he walked around her until he was directly behind her. He pushed her out of the way and moved his face next to hers feeling his soft skin against his as he whispered in her ear. “Can you keep up?” His voice was low and seductive it was the kind of sound that could make your skin melt and heart boil.

Sebs moved back raising his hands up to hair and he gracefully pulled out the pins in her hair and stuck them in his pocket knowing she couldn’t leave without at least letting him know. There was no way she could stick her hand in his pocket without him knowing because can’t trick a trickster or con a con… Once the pins were in his pocket he placed one hand slowly around her waist pushing her against him. “Lets go.” It was like the whole room was watching them waiting for them to move do anything and the band was waiting for them to get ready to start the real dance music. The moment he had his arm securely around her waist the music started to get hot and he used is other hand grab hers and he spun her out letting her red dress fly around and the he spun her back to him to where she was directly facing him. He let go of her for a moment to unbutton the top three buttons of his shirt and loosen his tie so he wasn’t so constricted and then he grabbed ahold of her again as the rest of the place started to follow suite with their dance partners.