Re: The Bar: several drinks in
There was no falsity to his promise. The words given were genuine, and he led the charmed kind of life that made certain nothing went awry, unless it was for plot purposes. But, rarely, if ever, did that ever include a dance. The man meant what he said. That the girl would trust him wasn't something that would be abused. She was not going to be maltreated. She could trust him all she wanted, and he still wouldn't betray her. The stakes could be high. He excelled under pressure.
Three-In smiled when the blossom's hand found his, and he closed his fingers around hers. She hopped down a touch unsteadily, but he didn't say anything about that, because it wasn't what men like him did. She was short, a new bloom, against the weed of him. He put his other hand low on her back as they took to the floor, and he kept her close, because that was how you danced with a lady.
He was the sort of man who could communicate a thousand words with a gesture, an expression. He didn't have to say anything to fill in the silence of intimacy, snared between music notes. He wasn't nervous. No. He moved with grace. It wasn't learned, it just was. He flashed another flaring smile as he looked down at his partner, comfortable in the camaraderie they shared.