[ Watching Kell, Kahlil decides to nurse his own beer. The younger man should enjoy himself if he wants, and Kahlil can be the "designated driver" if necessary tonight.
His grin widens a bit when Kell smiles at him, and he turns his attention to the crowd again. The fiddler is playing what he recognizes as a popular, local song and someone else has gathered the courage to join her on stage, a stocky young man with a deep, pleasing voice who supplies the lyrics as the woman plays. Maybe they are partners and he's the shy one, or maybe they're two random strangers. Either way, after a minute they've got the crowd on their feet: some clapping and jumping to the rhythm, some whirling around the stage with a partner. ]
Do you dance? [ he calls over the noise, raising an eyebrow as he notes Kell's tapping foot. He wouldn't want for a partner here, there's quite a few young men and women eyeing him, though none brave enough or encouraged to approach just yet. ]
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His grin widens a bit when Kell smiles at him, and he turns his attention to the crowd again. The fiddler is playing what he recognizes as a popular, local song and someone else has gathered the courage to join her on stage, a stocky young man with a deep, pleasing voice who supplies the lyrics as the woman plays. Maybe they are partners and he's the shy one, or maybe they're two random strangers. Either way, after a minute they've got the crowd on their feet: some clapping and jumping to the rhythm, some whirling around the stage with a partner. ]
Do you dance? [ he calls over the noise, raising an eyebrow as he notes Kell's tapping foot. He wouldn't want for a partner here, there's quite a few young men and women eyeing him, though none brave enough or encouraged to approach just yet. ]