01-31-2019, 10:45 PM
Sara's squeeze was comfortable. No flirtatiousness. Just easy camaraderie. Good. No games. Nothing to be careful of. He squeezed back with a grin, then took the glass and took a swig- coughing it out in a spray. "What the hell?" He looked at her with a laugh and then at the server, heedless of the reactions of any of the patrons. He wasn't worried. He faked looking hurt. "Water?? Are you kidding me?" He took the little tapas menu and playfully smacked her on the knee. "You are a brat. Jeesh! Better not introduce you to my little sisters."
He gestured to the server, pitching his voice as if a supplicant. "Please, love, if it's not too much trouble. Can you bring me some real vodka instead of this swill? It's lost all its goodness." A smile.
She laughed, giving him a bit more of a smile than expected, before it fell slightly as she looked at Sara. He sat up a bit. "Now now....she may act like she's my Ma, but she's not." A smile at Sara, then back to the girl. "And I'm sober enough to swing you around the dance floor pretty easily without breaking your toes."
Her eyebrow raised, mouth small and knowing. "Oh really," she said mysteriously before heading off- flouncing? Was that a flounce? Hold on. He looked over and whispered at Nox. "Is she flouncing?"- before heading off.
As he waited, he put one foot up on the table, just like he used to. This was his old place, damnit!!! Get him a famn water when he wanted a drink! Well, while he waited, it would do. He swirled the little cup with the remainder of water in it. Keep it light and fun- for now. "So...from your accent....you're not from around here. How do you like Moscow?"
He gestured to the server, pitching his voice as if a supplicant. "Please, love, if it's not too much trouble. Can you bring me some real vodka instead of this swill? It's lost all its goodness." A smile.
She laughed, giving him a bit more of a smile than expected, before it fell slightly as she looked at Sara. He sat up a bit. "Now now....she may act like she's my Ma, but she's not." A smile at Sara, then back to the girl. "And I'm sober enough to swing you around the dance floor pretty easily without breaking your toes."
Her eyebrow raised, mouth small and knowing. "Oh really," she said mysteriously before heading off- flouncing? Was that a flounce? Hold on. He looked over and whispered at Nox. "Is she flouncing?"- before heading off.
As he waited, he put one foot up on the table, just like he used to. This was his old place, damnit!!! Get him a famn water when he wanted a drink! Well, while he waited, it would do. He swirled the little cup with the remainder of water in it. Keep it light and fun- for now. "So...from your accent....you're not from around here. How do you like Moscow?"