Re: Az, Open 9pm-ish
Swallow his own tongue, have a heart attack. He was fairly certain she was trying to kill him some fashion. He'd given up trying not to stare at her in that dress, because it was futile.
His attempt to wheel around and leave were utterly thwarted by Az. Fun. Yes, watching two women explore each other's bloody tonsils whilst being assaulted by obnoxiously loud music was fun.
At least she decided to head for the bar instead of the dance floor. Small mercies. "Yes," he admitted. He could really use a beer right now, actually. Probably several of them. So he let her lead him over that way.
"Have I told you how lovely you look yet?" he asked absently. He might have, but he didn't recall and it never hurt to do it more than once. Especially with how fantastic she looked.