Prince is on stage, singing and playing his piano. The crowd around you is close, the warmth of the many jostling bodies keeping the chill of the bayou at night at bay, and the drinks help too.
When a strong hand grasps your left hip from behind you think nothing of it, you are actually used to it by then, honestly you are at a point in your life where you can revel in it, being the hottest female in the room.
When you feel the presence behind you pressing close almost but not quite conforming to your curves, you cannot help yourself as chills swim up your spine. Though, when another firm hand finds purchase on you right hip holding you fast in place, This is when you begin to get annoyed, you switch your drink from you right hand to your left in preparation for giving the grasping person an elbow for their efforts.
When the hand on your right hip firmly and unexpectedly slides forwards across to your center waist line and then slightly downwards, you draw you right arm forward to allow room for your impending elbow smash to the person behind you, you can feel their breath across your right ear.
You make a fist and your bicep tenses…..
A startlingly familiar cultured voice whispers tauntingly in your ear, “You have something of mine.”
You go still, the hand at your waist doing something to your belt, then withdraws.
You cannot help yourself but you whip you head around to look up at the haunted dark eyes, and pale skin of a roguishly grinning Grey.
He flips his “chingaso” up into the air between you two and deftly catches it with one supple hand. The other putting a finger to his smiling lips for silence, then with a wink, he pulls his hat low over his eyes he steps back and vanishes into the churning, cheering crowd.
Caris is confused by this encounter… such uncharacteristic behaviour by Grey leaves her at once confused and so glad that he’s back (what the hell is a chingaso?? did he take one of her chingus from her belt? why?) “wait! Grey?” she yells out to the crowd.. not seeing the direction he went.