~ Dance 1: with Abigail ~
Once Bruce stepped out into the fresh cool air, he exhaled and audibly groaned, finally able to breathe. He turned to face Miss Brantley and half smiled “Not very gentleman-like was I? Pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle. I must assure you, twas not you that caused that sound from me mere moments ago. It is…all this. While I could certainly play the part, it is not something I am comfortable with. In there with high-society, drinking and dancing.”
“The party looks almost tolerable from here. Seems everything gets worse when I’m involved in it.”
He looked through the doors at the party and chuckled, “I often think the same, Miss Brantley, that if my actions in the world make any difference at all.” Bruce shook his head and looked out at the city below. “Truly, I enjoy what I do, the good and the bad, despite everything I’ve seen.” As he spoke, he gently leaned forward against the railing, a missable moment vanished: a flash of skin, a scar on his lower back was visible for the briefest of seconds before he turned back towards the rather beautiful young woman. “You must forgive me once more, My lady, I would much rather hear more about you and what it is you truly enjoy. Though I seem to recall you telling me years before, I wonder if the absence of prying ears will change your answer.”
@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Abigail