"His name is not Fred!" she yelled. "And his brother's name is Brian! And what if I want to dance with Fred? But no! He's too busy dancing with some skank!" she shoved Grey again, suddenly wanting to take all her anger out on this not so innocent bystander.
Oh, well that was somehow a relief. Meka liked Fred and not him. Still, he had an angry little nerd trying to shove him around. And she was a girl. You couldn't very well hit girls.
"Hey! Hey! Would you stop that?!" He tried to grab her wrists. This was very quickly getting out of hand.
He was right, she needed to clam down before she got kicked out of the dance. When he caught her wrists, she took a deep breath. Bad idea. Her deep breath turned into a shutter and she let out an awful sob. She couldn't help the tears that were suddenly bursting. "Sorry," she gasped. "Sorry."
Meka let her arms swing down at her sides uselessly. Oh great. I'm not completely undesirable. She gave him a half hearted smack in the chest.
"I'm... ugh... whatever," she wiped her face. "You're a real fucking charmer," she said miserably. "I'm just... I need a fucking cigarette," with shaking hands she scrambled in her clutch for her cigarettes, alas, they were all gone. "Do you have a cigarette, please tell me you have a cigarette?" she looked up at him, her eyes still red and watery.
"I-Yeah." Gray reached into his coat pocket for his pack of cigarettes and handed them to her, palming them mostly so that they wouldn't be spotted by the staff.
"Here, take them all." He ran his hands through his hair awkwardly, not hiding the obvious cringe as he did.
"Thank you," Meka took them stealthily and shoved them in her clutch. She tried to close it but it wouldn't close all the way. "Fuck," she said trying to push it together. "Fuck can fucking something go right in my life for fucking once," she muttered to herself. "What the fucking fuck?"
Gray stared at her awkwardly, and took a slow step away. Maybe he could escape from here and she could continue having her hissy fit. Away from him. Alone.
"Fuck it," she palmed her new cigarettes and shoved them down the front of her dress. "Have a good night Mr. Leclair. I'm going to go smoke myself silly and forget this ever happened."