Re: The Bar: several drinks in
They'd drank to this, to a good night. Toasts weren't always sacrosanct, but tonight, it followed through. The man didn't mind that his toes were stepped on or near. She didn't have on shoes, and the pinch was minor. He didn't have the need to focus to move from step to step. He was just enjoying the dance and the company. The music was classy, like he was. Traditional, but memorable enough to be played hundreds of years after its birth. His story would follow a similar arc, probably. That seemed right.
The light hands on Not-Bond's shoulders, along with the thready whisper, brought his attention back. Leading men weren't meant to daydream, and he needed to remember that. He smiled, his cheek turned toward the boozy blossom and his face down. He didn't fidget or need to readjust his grip. His hand in hers never sweat and his cologne was as nice as it was at the beginning of the night.
"It is," he agreed. He lifted charming eyebrows. "Is tonight getting any better?" He didn't feel she was being too forward. In fact, he didn't notice. It seemed to be obvious that they should be against one another, and he didn't flush once. "I've had bad nights," the man confided in his partner. "Everyone should have someone to help make them better."