The Real You

Sarcasm: One of the Many Services I Provide

....dammit.

How much did he see?

That was the first rational thought to break through my drunken state of mind, as I watched Alan standing there at the entrance of the club. Not because something happened but because I knew what it would have looked like if he saw me dancing with Sev. The Zouk was a rather passionate dance, with sexual connotations, and although it was exactly what Sevastien and I lacked it would have looked like a dance between lovers to anyone on the outside.

Without giving Jordan a second thought I brushed past her, making my way over to where Alan was standing. His face was expressionless, revealing nothing, and as I weaved through the crowd I was trying to gauge his reaction, trying to figure out how upset he was. Finally I stood before him, looking up at him carefully. His eyes were taking me in, eyeing the dress with clear appreciation, caressing every inch of exposed skin before meeting my gaze.

"You're...you're here" I finally managed, seeing something flash in those amber depths.

The look in his eyes hardened.

"I wanted to surprise you" he mused, an undefined edge to his voice.

"Well consider me surprised" I grumbled, before realizing how that must have sounded and shifting my weight from one hip to the other.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself rather nicely" he said sharply, with a pointed look to my friends, who were laughing and talking among eachother. Was it just me or did anger flash briefly in his eyes when they landed on Sevastien?

"A night out with my friends tends to get a little crazy like that" I said with a shrug, my eyes taking in the delightful sight that was Alan Rickman.

He looked like he'd just gotten off the plane, and yet he looked ten times better than I would have managed after a long flight. His hair was slightly disheveled, and he was wearing a dark brown pair of dressing pants, matched with a Bordeaux dressing shirt, of which the sleeves were rolled up past his elbows and the first few buttons at the base of his throat undone, making him look more casual than he usually did.

"I didn't know you danced" he said after a few tense moments of silence.

I was carefully considering my words at this point. Or at least, I was trying to. I was still pretty intoxicated, and although I wasn't flat out drunk yet I still was considerably tipsy.

"I don't. Not anymore. This....this was for old time's sake, I suppose" I said quietly with a shrug.

"For old times sake? For Chrit's sake Samantha, you're 26! It can't have been that bloody long ago" Alan snapped, and now it sank in that I'd really screwed up.

"I used to dance in competitions back when I was in my first year of med school....which must have been over 8 years ago, so yeah, for me that's in the past" I answered carefully.

"And....did you enter those competitions with that boy?" Alan asked, obviously also trying to refrain himself from saying something hurtful.

"Sev is just a friend, Alan" I said quietly, raising my hand to place it on his forearm, looking up at him pleadingly.

"Seriously? Sev?" Alan inquired, and for the first time I saw a flicker of a smile cross his face.

"Hey his full name is Sevastien so don't start!" I joked, playfully pouting at the obvious pun in the nickname of my friend.

"Just friends you say?" Alan asked, turning serious again "Do you think so or does he think so?"

"See that petite blonde over there? Next to Jordan?" I asked instead, stepping aside a bit and coming to stand next to Alan, pointing to Claire as she laughed at something Jordan said.