Barbara | Crichton
"Well alright then!" John laughed and lifted his cup in cheers to that idea, even if he didn't really know what he'd just gotten himself into or how serious Barbara could be.
"So why are you sitting here and talking to an old man like me when you could be dancing?" He tried not to make it sound awkward as he took a drink from his cup. "Not that I don't like you here- it's always good not to feel like the odd one out. I'm kinda tired of playing that game."
He was happy to oblige, filling a cup and offering it to her before topping off his own. "You'd be surprised- just don't go kissing strangers." Okay, he realized she would want to know more. Probably. "There was a situation once- we were on a job and I kissed a princess- didn't realize Sebaceans kiss each other with this nectar- well, stuff. If it's sweet, it means you're compatible for children. Ended up almost married"