Re: On the dance floor
"Target? You make me sound so predatory." He tried to look abashed at being caught out, but the expression failed miserably. Instead his shoulder rose beneath her hand in an amicable but vague shrug; his eyes met hers, a smile wolfish and unrepentant bleeding into his every feature. The lure of the open bar was a strong one to be sure, as much for the view it provided as the alcohol itself. "Young indeed," he quipped, laughing as again he drew too close. "I don't have any plans, Kami." He shifted against her, moving to the winding beat, his voice a cheerful whisper in her ear. "You are welcome to come drag me away from my whiskey whenever you feel the urge."