Re: Dance Floor... after many drinks were had.
"Not my problem," Kennedy said with a shrug before he dipped her. She arched into it, trusting him not to drop her, her aerialist's bendy back putting her head almost to the floor. She wrapped both arms around his neck when he pulled her back up, doing a little hip shimmy against him. "Somewhere there's an offended alien barbarian prince. And I'm pretty sure bowl cuts went out the same decade men's bikinis and fur-lined boots. Your real hair is cuter." She winked. "Plus I can pull it without worrying if I'm gonna snatch your wig right off."