[ At least he hadn't completely missed the chair and fallen onto the floor — although considering the view in front of him, would it have even been surprising if he had? It's as if the rest of the club ceases to exist in his view, once he realizes it's not just any girl up there but one he knows moving like that, and all he can do is sit and stare without trying not to openly gawk, held fast in a combination of admiration and maybe a growing evidence of arousal. He knows he can't possibly be the only one she's performing for, but now it's all starting to click into place — she'd invited him here, on purpose, to see this, and mostly he just feels incredibly flattered that she'd want him here, although he does find himself curious about how long she's been doing it or if this was something she wanted to try out for her own sake.
There'll be time to ask her, because the song ends — almost too quickly for his liking — and he's sitting there a little dazed afterward, so much so that he almost misses her subtle invitation to come around to the edge of the stage and join her there. He can't even pretend he's not ready to see her after that, scrambling up from the chair and carefully trying to navigate his way around other seats to get to where she's directed him.
Once he finds the break in the curtains on the side, it takes a second for him to take in what he's seeing; it's a lot busier back here than he realized, other dancers hurrying around, one preparing to take the stage next now that Clary's vacated it, and he stands off to the side so he doesn't get in anyone's way, brightening when he spots a flash of red hair that heralds her heading over in his direction. ]
You were... [ He shakes his head, words failing him in the moment but hoping she understands the sentiment with the smile growing on his face. ] Wow.
no worries at all!
There'll be time to ask her, because the song ends — almost too quickly for his liking — and he's sitting there a little dazed afterward, so much so that he almost misses her subtle invitation to come around to the edge of the stage and join her there. He can't even pretend he's not ready to see her after that, scrambling up from the chair and carefully trying to navigate his way around other seats to get to where she's directed him.
Once he finds the break in the curtains on the side, it takes a second for him to take in what he's seeing; it's a lot busier back here than he realized, other dancers hurrying around, one preparing to take the stage next now that Clary's vacated it, and he stands off to the side so he doesn't get in anyone's way, brightening when he spots a flash of red hair that heralds her heading over in his direction. ]
You were... [ He shakes his head, words failing him in the moment but hoping she understands the sentiment with the smile growing on his face. ] Wow.