Probably a bit of both. Cheap thrills I suppose. [follows her gaze around and snorts, giving her a full spin before he starts to pull her away] C’mon. Let’s go where the smell of sex in the air isn’t quite as pungent.
[giggles when he spins her and trails after him] Where are we going?
You must simply remind them who’s boss.
I guess so.
That sounds like something one of my cousins would say.
You’re correct, still whether someone was sober or not commandeering a candelabra seems like a bizarre choice unless. Being surrounded by so much luxury reminds me of my home.
We never really know with kids these days.
Why? Where are you from?
Well, that’s reasonable. But I suppose a few drinks and it won’t be preoccupying you anymore. What’s your poison, Miss Clara?
You’ve just made my night, then. I do hope you’re thinking of opening a bakery some day - I’d probably spend my life’s savings there.
I mean, I don’t know. Alcohol doesn’t really help me. And there are halloween cupcakes in the kitchen if you want. I’m not sure about the bakery though. It does sound tempting.
Not planning, no. But I guess I’ll see where the evening takes me
Just don’t spill anything on the carpet or leave someone dead on the staircase.
In that case I’ll tread extra carefully around her.
Oh you know… less grinding…? Or whatever passes for dancing these days. Whatever happened to just a nice ballroom dance. The folks in the 20’s had the right idea.
Oh yeah. That kind of dancing. [grins and looks around them to see everyone else doing that kind of dance and suddenly feels awkward] I don’t understand what people find so appealing about it. Or maybe it’s just the alcohol.
Ah yes, and I’d hate to get off on the wrong foot with her.
Excellent. I’ll pick you up tomorrow. [says before she can argue and grins before following her without question] You know I’ve never really understood modern types of dancing, but I must say I am warming up to it. The respectful kind I mean. Not the kind that makes parents weep at home. [smirks]
I doubt anyone doesn’t go off on the wrong foot with her, to be honest.
Tomorrow. [grins] The respectful kind? What would the difference of that be from the kind that makes parents weep at home?
I mean say the word and I could clear this house out pretty quickly. [smirks and winks playfully] As long as next time includes only me, you, and those cookies i was promised. [smirks and holds his hand out to her] I thought you would never ask.
Faye’ll kill you if you ruin her party.
Me, you, cookies? Sounds like a date. [smiles and places her hand in his, walking to the middle of the room with him to dance]
I guess that’s a matter of opinion
You’re not planning on killing anyone, are you?
Don’t get your hopes up too high, Tinkerbell.
Oh the cheek, you know I can’t handle that look. [chuckles and lets out an exaggerated sigh] But I mean this is hardly the time and place don’t you think? Wouldn’t be able to hear me over this godawful music. [smirks]
Ugh. This crowd does present a problem, doesn’t it? Maybe next time then. [grins] How about a dance for now?