Merri/Ash | bar in the Theatre District | late-evening
Ash grinned and pressed closer, rising on her toes to whisper in his ear. "Then you can buy me soda tonic." No alcohol, of course - no use for it, at least not tonight - but she doubted that Magey would know the difference. She nipped at his ear before pulling away to look at him.
Her hand trailed down his chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt. "Unless," she continued, "you wanted to go somewhere else. I could dance for you." She wasn't sure if he'd catch on, but if he didn't? Well, she had no problem explaining. In detail.