The compliment to his shirt had Scor puffing out his chest in pride, one hand subconsciously running through those blonde locks. "I got it from my mate Albie," he said proudly, tugging nervously at one of the buttons on the undone side of his shirt. He had only let a few loose, just enough for a peak of his chest.
"Firewhiskey actually sounds good, usually I'm more of a gin drinker." He didn't drink as often as he'd like, he tended to smoke more often than not. "Where'd you learn to dance? You have some serious skills, I know you'll be surprised, but I'm completely self taught," he joked, even winking ridiculously.