Gwen Stacy / Miles Morales
Miles was still dancing when she started talking about hanging out, his grin growing even more, practically glowing. "We should!" The alcohol was helping him. A lot. He wasn't stumbling, he was actually acting kind of cool.
"You're really good, you know. I mean, kinda suspected you were, but I'm impressed," Miles nodded at her move and laughed.
"Maybe we can get pizza through the doors? Kinda get out there? Like a real date." He said it before he could stop himself and then winced. "I mean, doesn't have to be a date- could just be hanging out. Whatever. No pressure."
And even though he might have normally stumbled over his words saying it, he at least sounded confident this time. "I'd like to know you as a friend."