"It absolutely better not," Adelaide said, enjoying his approval. Though she didn't think everything she did was necessarily perfect, it felt good to have someone so very obviously a fan of even her more controversial opinions. He made her feel like it was okay to disdain the mainstream and the everyday things that she did, and while she'd have probably done the same whether anyone approved or not, it was nice to have a fan.
Addie grinned when he called her a cunning bitch, and it was just more of that delight at being understood so enthusiastically. "I think I need to hire you as my PR person," she laughed. "I love the way you think, sugar."
Drunk as she was, freed up as she was feeling, there was still a long rolling moment of "Oh no I can't" that came over her when he made her stand. But his laughter was infectious, his demands undeniable, and so she started to laugh with him as the music played, and the lights that flashed helped her to separate this dancing on the bar person from any insecurity. She tossed her head back, red curls looking like living things. "Oh I'll dance with you, sweetheart, but if you leave me up here alone in these heels I'll sic my boys on you," she threatened, grinning hugely.