Excuse Me For Flirting (Linden)

[Linden McKay]

Linden laughed in surprise and just because her joke had been funny. It wasn't that Morgana seemed stiff or unable to have a sense of humor, but in the situation they'd been in, he hadn't expected it. "That's a very good point. You sound like my sister now. Everything that girl says is right no matter how ridiculous it sounds." He laughed again, but this one came out a little different, somehow warmer. It happened when he talked about his family. Very rarely did anyone see feelings besides confidence and flirtation, he wasn't a type to talk about emotions or feelings with anyone besides his family. Even then, he only really talked about it with Ceri.

The smile on her face was somehow knowing, but that wasn't want Linden was focused on. He was still shocked by how a simple touch could be so electric. Maybe she was an electrokinetic. Not that that made any sense because he had a feeling if she was a meta she was empathetic. It didn't bother him though. This was the first time he'd really had a simple form of contact feel like he was being shocked by static electricity. It was fascinating to him.

"Hardy har har, I figured that'd cheer you up. And no, for your information you'd be the first, but let's not make a habit out of it. There's no need to get used to this special treatment," He smirked, trying hard to make it sound like he was serious. Though, in reality, he had no problem of treating her special. Her question made his eyebrows rise, "Yeah, I lived there for about half of my life actually." He didn't mention that he wasn't a Scot, there was no need to get into his family life yet. She didn't need to know that he'd been adopted or anything like that. Not yet at least.

When they reached the line, Linden kept quiet. He felt her head rest against his shoulder and the corner of his mouth pulled up. He could almost get used to this. It was all so strange to him, but it made him feel pretty protective and it took a lot for him to get feelings like that for someone he barely knew.

[Morgana Bennet]

"You're sister sounds like a very smart woman. Nothing like my sister, though. I love her, but I feel as if my mother may have dropped her on her head a few times." It wasn't that Rianna was stupid. In fact, she was actually quite bright. The only problem was that Rianna only tried being intelligent when it mattered, such as when she was in school. Otherwise, Rianna's brain was half-asleep while the other half was...well, Morgana didn't know where it was. God help the poor girl.

While Morgana's mind was now focused on the hilarious thought of Linden dancing, she still couldn't forget those emotions that she had felt from him. They were warm emotions, but Morgana had this strange feeling that she may have interpreted them wrong. Linden seemed like the person who didn't easily fall in love and was more into having fun than anything else. She'd have to see if she was right or wrong later.

Morgana laughed and looked at Linden. "I'm sure that you're not that bad of a dancer. And, by the way, I'll always feel special after this. After all, I'll be the only person, dead or alive, to have seen you dance. Now let's just hope that I can keep my mouth shut." Her fun, flirty self was back and Morgana was looking forward to the club. She nodded her head when he told her that he was, in fact, from Scotland. "I'm from Wales, so your last name was a dead giveaway."

Her lips turned into a smile when he didn't do anything about her head resting on his shoulder. She was sure that it meant that he liked it. Or at least wasn't bothered by it. The line began to move and Morgana removed her head from his shoulder. She didn't want to, but it would look very strange for her to walk into the club with her head placed on his shoulder as if they were some weird set of conjoined twins. Morgana felt herself become quite angry when several of the other women in the club looked at Linden. Why was she feeling so jealous?

It was at that moment that Morgana realized that they were still holding hands. She wasn't sure if it had been because she was holding on too strong or if it was because he was. "Um, I think...I think we can let go now." Morgana laughed weakly. Why was this becoming so hard?

[Linden McKay]

"Smartass is more like it," Linden said with a laugh. When she spoke of her sister he couldn't help but smile. Sibling talk was always the easiest for him. He didn't have to get in too deep and when he talked about his siblings, a warmer side of him came out. He wasn't all flirty and carefree. He actually spoke with true feeling that usually was hidden behind his confidence. Flirtation and confidence had their benefits, but they also had downfalls and one big downfall for him was being unable to talk about feelings. Though, he was a great listener.

As fun as being carefree was, there was that small side of him, his conscience, that wanted more. He wanted to have something to look forward to other than school. His whole day was just a waste of time because he usually partied and got so hammered that he didn't remember the rest of what happened. Had he gotten a girlfriend, he'd actually stay sober for a good majority of the time and he wouldn't want to forget everything that happened. Linden wasn't so much a stress drinker or anything, he just liked alcohol. But he was going down a bad path and someone needed to get through that thick skull of his.

He laughed harder, "You clearly have not seen a six foot guy try and dance then. It's easy for girls, but us guys have it harder. If we dance too well then people think we're too feminine." Linden said in his 'logical' voice. He smiled wider when she started flirting again. It wasn't anything he wasn't used to, but somehow her flirting toned down his flirting. It was a weird affect. "You better keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut, or I might have to do something about it," He said narrowing his eyes, trying to come off as serious, though it wasn't working well. When she explained how she knew he was Scottish, he just nodded and smiled. He didn't really want to give any information away about himself quite yet.

Her head against his shoulder didn't bother him in the slightest. It was kind of nice actually. Who'd have thought Linden would like this kind of attention. The line moved and her head lifted up. He almost pouted, but caught himself. The fact that women were looking at him wasn't anything new either. Girls always came up to him randomly, but the difference was, his attention was only on one girl. Morgana held his focus and he didn't even see the other girls looking at him.

Her words brought him back to the situation and he frowned when he realized what she was saying. Why did he care? He wasn't a hand-holder. But it had felt nice, her hand fit in his so well and it was just different. He let her hand go without a word and looked around to keep her from seeing just how hard it was for him to let go.

[Morgana Bennet]

She laughed when he used the 'correct term' for his sister. "I guess all siblings are smartasses, though yours seems to be a little too smart." Morgana smiled; this was nice. No, not the flirting, which wasn't so overwhelming anymore, but talking about their siblings. It meant that their focus could be elsewhere instead of on the situation at hand. Morgana loved talking to Linden, but she constantly felt as if she was going to say something wrong.

Morgana rolled her eyes and smiled when he explained why guys couldn't dance. "See, that's the problem with you guys. You think too much about what other guys will label you as. Although, now that I think about it, I don't think girls find feminine guys attractive." She laughed again, slightly shaking her head. "But if you ask me, a guy who can dance is definitely attractive. And a blond, Scottish guy that can dance is extremely attractive." Morgana glanced at Linden, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards.

"You'll have to do something fast, then. I don't think I can hold in this little secret of ours any longer." She didn't actually want him to kiss her. Okay, that was a lie. She did want him to kiss her, but not like that. She wanted it to be something special. Hah. If only he could hear her thoughts.

Linden pulled his hand away from hers and Morgana quickly turned away and closed her eyes. It felt terrible when he had done that but she couldn't let him know that. Once she opened her eyes, Morgana turned back towards Linden and noticed that he was looking around the club. She just dismissed it and looked around as well, rolling her eyes when she saw someone quickly gulp their drink down and go back for another.

"God, those heavy drinkers disgust me. I'm sure that they know what that alcohol is doing to them, yet they continue to waste their lives away. Don't you agree? Morgana looked at Linden, wanting to know his opinion.

[Linden McKay]

"Pretty much. All of them are pretty smart, well besides Jaythen. He's more smartass than smart." He laughed again and was pretty relieved with the ease of conversation. It was simple, not really emotional and he was best at the non-emotional part. Emotions and him didn't mesh well when he was trying to talk, usually he ended up saying something dumb.

Linden raised an eyebrow and smirked. She had a very good point. Then she kept talking and he really couldn't disagree with her on the last part. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave her a charming smile, "Blond and Scottish huh? Wherever will you find someone like that?" He looked around as if he were actually searching. He laughed and nodded slightly, "Alright, alright. Just because you said that, I'll give it a try. But you can't judge or laugh!" He said quickly as he folded his arms across his chest trying to act serious.

Lin shook his head slightly, this girl was just out to drive him crazy. He was trying to be a good boy and not kiss her or be too forward. She was making it quite difficult though. He looked down at her, "Anyone got any duct tape?" He winked at her and smiled again.

His hand shouldn't feel empty. It had never been like that before. Hand-holding was for couples, and he was not the boyfriend type. At least not yet. He wasn't sure he'd ever get to be a boyfriend because most girls just wanted him for what he was known for. One night stands. He tried to look nonchalant and casual, but his hands were clenched and he was focusing a little too hard to look like something wasn't bothering him. He needed a drink.

Her words made him turn to her and his jaw set. Looks like this was not going to go over as well as he hoped. "Waste. Hm, never really thought of it that way. To be honest, I think it's their choice." Linden tried not to sound irritated, but there was a slight edge to his voice now. Maybe it was because he was having withdrawal. Maybe it went deeper than that. He didn't want to think about it right now.

[Morgana Bennet]

She smiled at Linden, laughing at his comment. This had become so easy, which Morgana had not expected. This all just seemed so perfect that she was waiting for it all to go downhill. Instead, everything became increasingly perfect and she loved it. The one thing she loved the most was that emotions were no longer running wild. Morgana had been worried that she'd sense some strange emotions and that it would make things awkward. But that didn't happen, so she took it as a sign that this would continue to stay perfect.

"Blond and Scottish: the perfect match. Now, back to you dancing. I promise I won't laugh at you, but don't blame me if I stop you half-way through your dance." She laughed again and tossed her hair back. Morgana was looking forward to this; so what if he couldn't dance? He was with her and that was all that mattered.

Morgana leaned in so that their lips were almost touching and smiled flirtatiously. "I don't think you need duct tape, Mr. Mckay." Pulling away, she grabbed him by the hand and lead him over to the bar. It was always better to dance after having something to drink. You didn't feel as self-conscious as you normally would.

Morgana cocked her head to the side, carefully planning her next words. "I suppose that's true, but not all choices should be made with haste. I don't want to sound all motherly, but they should at least think about the other people in their lives. I'm sure you're family wouldn't want to see you waste your life away. Anyways, let's get something to drink and then head onto the dance floor. I'm not going to give up this chance, Linden."

[Linden McKay]

Talking about his sister was probably easiest when he blocked the bad stuff out. He hadn't talked to his sister since he forgot her birthday and when he went to fix it. It had been quite the fight, but he wasn't worried about it. Why would he be? Ceri was simply incapable of staying mad at him. She'd talk to him in a few days for sure. Ren was probably filling her head with bad thoughts about the favorite sibling, but Ceri wouldn't listen. Nope, never.

"Perfect huh? I'd agree with you there, but I'm not as perfect as I look. For instance, my looks may be killer, but my dancing is what makes me less than perfect. And I wouldn't promise me that, you'll laugh whether you want to or not." He smirked and shook his head. He really couldn't believe he was actually going to attempt dancing in front of a beautiful girl like her.

When she leaned in, Linden was definitely caught off guard and he was dying to kiss her, but being the good boy that he was(n't) he resisted his urge. It also helped that she pulled away. Where the hell had that come from though?! Tease. He narrowed his eyes at her and smirked wider. She was more flirtatious than he pegged her for. Damn.

He noticed where she was leading him and he frowned slightly. He hadn't had a drink for nearly two weeks and he wasn't sure it would be good if he gave in. Especially with her feelings on people who drink a lot like he did. "What if they do think of others, but they don't understand how their family feels because they never say anything about it? That's what other people don't get." Linden frowned and shook his head slightly get a grip he thought angrily to himself. The withdrawal had slowly started creeping in, but he didn't want to take it out on her. She didn't know what he was dealing with. "I think I'll just have a coke."