Re: Pandora and Wayne
Wayne shook her hand and nodded. "Very nice to meet you, Dora." His good sense (or what there was of it) reminded him not to ask if she were an explorer. It was probably just short for Isadora or something. Whatever.
"Well, why don't we start with the drink and then you can decide if you want to dance with me or not?" His coordination, while not the best, wasn't terrible. He had the usual rhythm and moves of a stereotypical caucasian male.
"So, what's your poison, then?" he asked, tipping his glass to indicate hers. "I'm in a rum-and-coke mood, myself." It was good, too - Wayne could tell the bar hadn't skimped and gotten bargain-brand cola. The cold crisp taste of the soda mixed with the warmth the rum gave him was, at this moment, perfect.