⚡ ❱❱❱ ELIZABETH !

Her eyes trailed to follow his gaze. Apparently that was typical, but she had no want or need to become that intoxicated around this many strangers. Around Ted and Joanna and Bill perhaps, yes. But that was a different story all together. A part of her feared that now that the Wyld Stallyn’s were most triumphantly taking the world by storm, these nights of partying would become the new norm. She loved the success they’d achieved. She didn’t love spending a night in a room with drunken strangers.

As he spoke again, a bit of the tension seemed to have eased. There was something about him, about his most gracious and upbeat personality, that seemed to always have that effect. A small, genuine smile returning to her face, she reached out, taking one of his hands in hers, giving it the most gentle of squeezes. “Thank you.” A simple thanks seemed heinously insignificant to explain but how thankful she was, but the words were true, and she didn’t wish to ramble. “I should think some fresh air would be most helpful right now. Won’t be a moment.”

And yet…she didn’t move. There was a nagging thought in the back of her mind. They hadn’t talked about it. She needed to. “Unless, you’d rather join me?” she offered, immediately adding “There’s no need, of course, if you’d rather stay. But I wouldn’t be opposed to the company.”

As much as he hated having to leave one of the most stellar parties in history, he favored the object of his affection’s company if given the blissful opportunity to bask in it.  ❛  It will be my genuine pleasure.  ❜  He told her, his voice is low as he traced the ridges of her hands with his own. It was a sweet, mesmerizing high—- looking deep into those heartwarmingly beautiful, brown eyes. Something that made him feel wonder, delight and awe like spotting a rainbow, a proper night sky full of stars, the deep sense of calm when looking at beautiful art or a piece of music that uplifts his spirit all at once. It strikes Ted as a little odd, though how cold her mittens were, considering the club is swelteringly warm— but the thought only lingers in his mind for a second at most before he slides his letterman jacket off his shoulders and slowly draped it around her.

❛  Let’s blow this popsicle stand.  ❜  He says with unexpected huskiness in his throat, and plays it off with a small cough before acknowledging her with a smile transitioning to red, blue than green under the flickering, varicolored glow that filled the room. He distended and smoothed out the wrinkles on his old San Dimas High jacket; both sleeves and shoulder pads exceed in length, making the smaller and thinner portion of the pair look  like she’d been wearing drapes instead of a loose fitting garment. The cold rattled Theodore’s bones but the sentiment’s suppressed with an impersonal facade as he draped a trembling, skinny arm around Elizabeth. 

❛  S’cuse us!  ❜  Ted could be heard over the blazing, crazy fast guitar riffs and Hetfield vocals as he very slowly but surely edged towards the wall in order to steer clear from the other party guests. The exit was a short distance away but the place was packed to the gills and the fact some of the visitants were tugging on their clothes, urging them to stay made the already too difficult task of leaving the party unseen just a tad bit harder to accomplish.