( She takes his hand; he reels her in swiftly and confidently, tucking one of her hands in his shoulders and settling the other nice and low on her waist. The music playing now ain't hardly a slow dancing song, but he eases them into a lazy rhythm regardless. It's a little jarring, the contrast between what they're doing and the music that's playing. Unsettling, intimate. )
Better, now. ( He tilts his head, considering. Nods it at her. ) I'm talking to you, aren't I? Who gives a shit about anybody else?
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Better, now. ( He tilts his head, considering. Nods it at her. ) I'm talking to you, aren't I? Who gives a shit about anybody else?