(XDXD that’s the weirdest thing I’ve seen all day)
She rolled her eyes and felt her cheeks head up slightly as she took his hand. It was weird dancing to her own music, but she couldn’t say she hadn’t done it before by herself. Now she just had someone to dance with.
He guided her through the entirety of the song, his footwork and moves as smooth as a professional dancer's. There were a plethora of subtle things he did to tell her how to move: Nudges, eye gestures, head nods, and mumbled words, ect.
Vanessa wasn’t the most coordinated dancer around, at least not in public, and his subtle help was very..well, helpful. She was smiling within a few minutes of dancing and soon singing along as well. It was fun, even if she wasn’t tipsy enough to fully let loose and have fun yet.
"I feel like your holding back," Lee said with a smile, tilting his head. "Why is that?"
She opened her mouth to speak and then shut it again, a small smile on her face, “No reason, I’m just not drunk enough to let completely loose.”
"Well…." he stopped dancing and grinned, "Seems we need to get you some more alcohol."
He was shamelessly flirting, but at this point he didn't care.
Vanessa laughed and rolled her eyes, shrugging, “I wouldn’t say no to a few drinks, or some more dancing once said drinks are finished.” She glanced at the bar and then up at him, a small grin on her face, “What do you say?”
"Well, one of us has to drive home, so I'll take the hit," he said, letting go of her hand and gesturing over to the bar. "After you."
She nodded and smiled as she headed over, a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be drinking with her, but knowing it was for the best. She watched to make sure he was coming and wasn’t abandoning her before sitting down at the seat she was at before. Vanessa had a few stages when drinking. First came giggly Nessa, one that was still able to think but found everything hilarious. The next was wild nessa, who was ready for a good time wether it included dares, dancing, or more drinking. The final stage of sorts was honest sleepy Ness, who would say whatever she thought of you, good or bad, without thinking followed by a long bout of sleeping.
"So, what's it like being a famous recording artist?" Lee asked as the sat down at the bar, giving Tim a nod when he slid a beer and their two sandwiches over.
Before she answered, she grabbed one of the sandwiches and took a bite, nodding in thanks to the bartender. "It's weird honestly," She started off, shrugging a little, "I never thought my music was going to be loved by so many people."
He nodded to himself, rubbing the side of his face. "I can imagine so. I've had more cameras pointed at me from just standing next to you than I've had during pre-fight press conferences."
She let out a small laugh and nodded, taking a sip of the drink before answering, "Yeah, that's my life. Cameras pointed at me daily and interrupting absolutely anything I do. It gets old very very quickly." Again, she took a drink, "That's one thing people point out all the time, how many cameras are around all the time."
"Does it ever get old?" he asked, leaning his head on his hand. "I'd go insane."
"I mean, yes. The first few times I had to worry about cameras constantly, it really irked me, until I got used to them and just started watching my every move so I didn't do anything too embarrassing." Vanessa shrugged and sighed, propping her head up on her hand, "I like being able to make a difference in people's lives, but I don't like the cameras and popularity that come with being a popular music artist."
"At least you don't get punched in the face for a living," he pointed out with a playful smile. His missing tooth was noticeable for the first time, leaving a gap between his remaining front tooth and a canine.
She laughed lightly and nodded, "I'm quite glad that isn't my profession, I would die." HIs missing tooth caught her attention and she tipped her head to the side slightly in curiosity as she took a sip of her drink again, "When did you loose that?
"Last fight," he said, his grin fading when she pointed it out. "I got punched in the face, surprise surprise. Is it really that noticeable?"
Vanessa shook her head, "No, I actually didn't notice it until just now." She drank some more and looked over at him, "It's not noticeable at all."
"I can't afford a dental bridge," he said with a shrug, "So even if it is, there isn't much I can do."
She nodded, thinking about it and glancing over at him, "They're really expensive, I know that, plus it doesn't really make sense to get one if it'll just get knocked out in the next fight."
He shrugged again, taking another bite of his sandwich. "My family hates the fact that I'm fighting. Haven't spoken to them in a while."
"They don't like you fighting?" Vanessa frowned and continued drinking her beer, "I mean, I know my parents didn't like it when I first started doing music and said I was going to try my hand at becoming famous. They thought I went nuts and didn't talk to me for like a year until I got famous."
"I come from a long line of lawyers, doctors, and politicians. They were beyond pissed when they found out I dropped out of high school to train, and even more when I actually signed a contract." He rubbed his nose, frowning as he continued to speak. "I tried to mend the relationship, but they want nothing to do with me."