This isn't crazy (Dylan)

[Dylan Alexander]

"I think about half my life." Dylan announced, already thinking of doing exactly what Idalia wanted. He knew in his mind, this was moving way too fast and he was digging himself into territories he wasn't sure he could get himself out of. But for some reason, he didn't want to stop himself. "If by rock and roll you mean Elvis Presley and Bill Haley, I got my influence from them for sure. I don't know how to explain my own style of music but I sample from different kinds of genres and just mesh them all into one." He explained.

Idalia's flirtatious manner made Dylan blush, even though he wasn't entirely sure what exactly was going on. But he was getting a little excited over the prospect of how the meteorologist suddenly had a husky tone to her voice and everything seemed to be...fluid and sultry. Easily said, he was getting a little turned on.

"I...am a very poor dancer." He responded. His athletic build made for some pretty awkward moves on the dance floor and the only dance moves he knew were the ones he'd seen in movies, which isn't that much to begin with. But if she wanted to go dancing, he was going to oblige because refusing would be very rude. "But I see it as an opportunity to learn. I'm sure you're a great teacher." Dylan proposed.

Tilting his head slightly, Dylan grinned at her and shrugged. "I'm more comfortable at night than I am in the day. Force of nature." He wiggled his fingers as an indication of his abilities.

When she left, Dylan blew out a huge sigh of relief as he finished his soda in one quick gulp. He was still a little nervous around Idalia but it wasn't so bad. He knew she liked him. Or rather, he was quite sure. She hadn't run off in the opposite direction so he had to assume the positive.

Her question coming back made him shake his head. "I'm good with just the one. But you're welcome to have another. I don't mind at all."

[Idalia Tsavaris]

Idalia smiled and mouthed a ‘wow’ that was much better than her four years in high school. Six if one counted middle school band. Which thinking back, it was a wonder they weren’t wince worthy. Well, it wasn’t any Pete Townshend or Santana but it was very classy that he liked Elvis. Hell, Idalia had only listened to his songs a handful of times in her life but she knew enough to know that he was indeed the king. “So besides jazz and Elvis, what other kinda music are you into?” She questioned wondering if it was a little too much to be peppering him with questions this early on. But really if he didn’t at least like a little bit of alternative rock she wasn’t sure her Linkin Park loving heart could take it.

She could see the darker shade of red through the darkness and she inwardly gave herself a high five that she was still able to get that kind of reaction. He seemed a little clueless but excited. She felt a little pity for her awkward date he really looked like he was at a lack for anything to say or do. Perfect. She giggled and gave him a beaming smile. She could just snag him and cuddle him for all of his adorable expressions. Dammit Idalia! Don’t fall for him already! It’s been what two hours? her mind scolded her and she wasn’t sure she wanted to listen ‘cause her heart was telling her the opposite.

Idalia giggled more, she was a poor dancer as well, she only got by because the places she went to dance generally she was only expected to shake her butt and maintain balance in heels. Not an easy feat. “Oh good, it’ll be fun. I’m a good teacher,” Idalia said. And she was lying through her teeth, she was a good teacher when it came to teaching science but dancing. Well hopefully he wasn’t looking for anything fancy. She could keep a beat really well and years of Greek dancing had trained her in the ways of partying, but Greek dancing didn’t really have a real world application. Oh well, she could at least keep a beat and if he could do the same then they would be fine. “I’m sure you’re better than you think,” she gave him a wink. Like he was at singing.

Idalia flushed, right, shadows and such. She matched his grin shyly and tapped her fingers nervously against the side of her glass. So he didn’t drink, and he was a night owl. Well that was good, but what about being out in the sun, Idalia loved being outside and in the sun. Would that be a problem. She excused herself and took a moment to give her mind a break. She needed to stop getting in her own way, and she needed to stop this insane ‘he’s perfect!’ and ‘it will never work!’ alternate thinking that she was doing. She just needed a pause to think to convince herself that it wasn’t a bad thing that he liked night, but maybe if she could bend to that he would be able to bend to the light a little bit. But that again was his power and not really something he could help.

“Thank you,” she said and rose again returning from the bar with a rum concoction this time. Unknown to Dylan she had slipped her own bills to the drink. She was fine wiht letting Dylan think he was paying. She settled again and looked at the stage. She crossed her legs and the one suspended started bouncing with nerves. She wondered what the next set would be. It was fun and she’d never really sat down to listen to jazz but she was finding it rather enjoyable. And this place had a good atmosphere. She wouldn’t mind returning. Especially when the next set started. She watched the woman hop back on stage. It took a bold woman to start singing and an even more bold one to do it for fun, as it was apartment in the woman’s smile.

[Dylan Alexander]

Idalia's musical question got him pondering over it. "It's a guilty pleasure of mine that I sorta like top 40 songs." He started, chuckling a little. "I kinda went through a lot of musical phases. Raggae, country, metal... So I kinda like a little bit of everything. It's just that jazz has been my biggest love since I was a kid." He shrugged lightly with a smile.

"That's settled then. Dancing it is." Dylan responded, though a little nervous. Hopefully, wherever they went, awkward dancing wasn't all that awkward. Here's to hoping. "I'm the best. At awkward dancing." He shrugged with a chuckle.

Had Idalia asked about being outdoors, Dylan would have responded with a shrug. He wasn't entirely opposed to the sun but he is a little sensitive to it. He would tolerate it if he were to ever go hiking or to the beach to surf but other than that, he liked the indoors better.

Collecting his thoughts, he briefly wondered if the date was actually going better than he had planned because it looked like she was responding pretty positively to all his reactions so...

When the singer came back on stage, the intro made Dylan's smile widen considerably. "Oh this is a good one. You've seen Who Framed Roger Rabbit right?" Dylan asked, turning to look at Idalia.

[Idalia Tsavaris]

Ida laughed and nodded, we that was a good thing, Idalia was starting to worry that he was more of an oldies and indie fan than anything else. Idalia didn’t mind indie, quite contrary, when her little sister found a new band Idalia generally liked it. Her problem stemmed from the fact that she listened to songs and not artists. With a few select exceptions. Idalia nodded and struggled to see him as a country fan. Country was one of those genres where she picked select few songs that were probably more on the pop or rock side of country. She could not stand the twanging drawl of sad country. “Oh that’s so cool,” she said, “top 40 is dangerous territory thought.” She laughed, some of the music now a day was quite catchy and she was definitely guilty of blasting some Lady Gaga in her car.

Idalia smiled widely. She loved dancing, she wasn’t very good at it, at least outside of the normal shuffle of club dancing. She had an idea that Dylan might be bluffing a little bit, she really was going to get herself in trouble by maybe grabbing a few more drinks there and then getting down to some white girl dancing. She laughed back he was so funny and charming. “It’ll be fun, and there’s no dancing more fun than awkward dancing!” She giggled and casually took a sip from her drink. She was too young to be a lightweight but she was starting to get to that point in her life where she couldn’t drink like she could in college anymore, which is why the two drinks were starting to make her a little buzzed and they were enough to fuel her courage.

Ida turned back to the stage then back to Dylan. She smiled at his reaction and laughed nodding at his question. Who hadn’t seen Who Framed Roger Rabbit? She remembered when it came out and she also remembered how much it had scared her little kid self. Some things are just not meant to mix and toons and live action were certainly one of them in her opinion. She smiled though she did remember the song very well. She’d gotten rather into it when she’d been little. She’d even done a number on her mother when she said she wanted to go dressed as Jessica Rabbit for Halloween. Admittedly she was about 6, well, she’d ended up as an M&M that year instead.

She stole a glance at Dylan wondering if he would be lost in the music again as it started. This was the most unique date she’d ever been on. Usually it was very generic dinner and a movie. Or in more recent years dinner and trying to get into her skirts. And often time the rejection of that put a few people off. She didn’t mind, she was looking for more than just a fling. She hoped that Dylan was looking for more than just a fling as well. He was so sweet and so unsure of himself. She found her eyes wandering from his hair to his eyes and to his lips, wondering what they felt like.