Charlee eyed her arm as the girl wrote, and smiled softly when the name was finished. “Wow, pretty,” she commented simply as she tried to figure out the pronunciation in her head. She’d never been good with Gaelic names in general, but she was starting to grasp how the letters worked together. “It’s pronounced like.. ‘seer-sha’, right?” she laughed at herself. “I’m so bad with Gaelic.” She assumed that if she only asked Saoirse yes or no questions, she should be able to communicate with her alright. A simple nod or shake of the head was good enough for Charlee.
Saoirse seemed as though there was something on her mind, and Charlee was desperate to know what it was. However, after a few moments of thought, she realized there was no way she’d get it out of her. So she simply asked, “You alright?” with a tilt of her head. Smiling at the look the girl was giving her, she took another sip of her punch and held out her hand. “Care to dance?” she invited, looking Saoirse in the eye, one brow raised. It was time to have some fun, and dancing with a beautiful girl was one hell of a way to do it.
Saoirse couldnt help but release a sweet chuckle at the girl’s attempt at pronouncing her strange name. Yes — it was Gaelic, but her interpretation of it was far from correct. When she was a child, she used to tell the nuns at her Catholic girl’s school that her name was like a seagull, and she would spread her arms our, “they soar over the sea Ma’m”, but with her voice as chaste as it was, the mere soaring gesture would seam out of the ordinary and uninterpretable.
For this reason, Saoise had grown content and even fond of people not understanding her. She had developed a sense of joy whenever she kept people guessing. She merely shook her head and smiled softly at the girl’s attempt pronunciation, then realized Charlee’s question. Was she okay? Was she really? Saoirse did not feel okay. In fact, this happiness that was showering over her almost frightened her. Her hands were clammy as she saw the girl’s lovely lips request her presence on the dance floor.
Saoirse was a wonderful dancer, before her anxiety hit. Now, she could only dance alone. She would often dance in the woods when nobody was watching, but at the presence of others, her dancing was no longer fluid. She fretfully took her hand, if only because she was eager to hold it. She was not trembling. She did not know what to do. What now? What was happening? Was this real life? Saoirse had thought that she was merely going to spectate other people dancing, but it hadn’t turned out that way. She felt like she was in center stage with a million eyes staring at her. This delusion almost invoked nausea in her, and her face turned a subtle shade of green.
Luckily, she was able to retain her supper inside of her enough to avoid embarrassment — for now, that is.
Furrowing her brows at Saoirse’s laugh and shake of the head, Charlee released a quiet, “Bollucks..” and mimed the other girl’s motion. Glancing back at the letters on her arm, she concentrated on what she knew of pronunciation and bit her lip. “I’ll figure it out eventually,” she finally decided. “‘Til then, however, I’m going to call you ‘Tinkerbell’ because you’re blonde, and little, and pretty, like Tink… And you’re a ‘bird’, and actual birds have wings, like faeries!” With a final, firm nod of decision, she grinned at the lady in front of her.
Examining Saoirse’s expression when asked how she was, Charlee tried to decode it, but was having trouble. Normally, she was good at these things, but trying to figure out emotions was easier when you could listen to the inflection in someone’s voice. ‘No matter,’ she thought, ‘I like a challenge.’
Charlee grinned widely when Saoirse accepted her offer and took her hand. She seemed nervous somehow, as though embarrassed to be seen with Charlee, or simply just embarrassed to be dancing. Determined to extinguish that anxiety, Charlee chugged the last bit of her drink and set the cup down on the nearest table. With that, she dove into the crowd, tugging Saoirse along with her, and began to sway.
With the music playing loudly in the background, Charlee found it pointless to try to speak to her current company, so she would simply dance closer to her, throwing in a couple assisted spins. She wanted Saoirse to loosen up just a bit, so she lightened the dance slightly, pulling random swing moves that didn’t require lifting. With a bright smile, she let herself fall into the dancing.