Bryar was acutely aware of Everest’s hand resting gently on the small of her back, the sensation made her shiver and her skin burned as his touch drifted smoothly up her spine. It was a firmer grip on the back of her neck but she more concerned with the heat in his eyes and lips pressing whisper light against her cheek. There’s no time for a witty remark to slip from her as she’s well and truly shut up by his mouth descending from hers and honestly for once she has no complaints. He’s pressed deliciously tight against her; she can feel his hands tangling in her hair and she knows her own have slid up his chest to hold his closer. His kiss feels possessive and slow, savouring and Bryar responds by playfully nipping his lip her teeth. For a moment she’s absorbed, only dimly aware of the party going on still. The noises of the revellers mean nothing to her though, other than a vague warning that if she wanted this to continue, they’d probably need to move elsewhere. Not just yet though, she was distracted by the taste of him mixed with the tang of alcohol.

Distracted enough to have not heard the heavy footfalls of one very unimpressed Tahl until he was nearly on top of them. His questions jolts her into reality and her thoughts of finding a room somewhere are thoroughly disrupted. “Tahl,” she hisses his name through clenched teeth. Really could he not have picked a better time? Her temper seethes below the surfaces as she takes the smallest of steps away from Everest but doesn’t let go entirely. She still wants his hands on her, fuck what Tahl thought right now. It was a goddamn party why was Tahl here glowering at her and not enjoying himself… she knew the answer because he was Tahl.

She’s short of breath and scowls right back at his original question finally registers. “This is Everest, don’t worry we were planning on finding a room,” she shrugs, though admittedly they hadn’t talked about it and there were probably some dark hidden spots outside that would have served equally as well. She glances at Everest before back to Tahl, “Everest, this is Tahl my brother. Everest’s circus was gunna perform tonight, their pretty good.”

Her frown deepened. Wait was Tahl insulting her? Had something happened to her dress? Bryar glanced down momentarily panicked. No everything was still in her place and her boobs were doing that great ‘hi were here notice us’ thing. She looked back up her eyes narrowing slightly in a way that screamed a warning to those sensible enough to notice it, “a dress?” As if it wasn’t obvious already, so why was he looking at her with that particular glare? Bryar was well versed in Tahl’s various scowls and brooding expressions and she recognised this one as confusion. But what about? if she thought about it she could probably figure it out but Bryar didn't want to think. She wanted to preferably be straddling Everest's hips about now, whilst his teeth nipped her throat, instead this was happening. “Thea, helped me pick it. Isn’t it great? I actually have boobs, Everest likes it.” Not that either of their opinions really mattered, Bryar was pretty confident that she looked good, Thea knew what she was talking about.

Now was there a polite way where she could ask Tahl to fuck off? She wasn’t exactly finished with Everest yet and her thoughts were very quickly getting distracted with images of his hands on other parts of her body. Of course, Bryar’s face surprisingly didn’t betray any of this, “Um, have you seen Thea? She looks beautiful.” Was it possible she could foist her brother off elsewhere?