John | Kitty
"That we are, Kitty." Not that he truly cared who was right ultimately. Especially if his drunken brain said that he was absolutely the correct one between the two of them because MC Hammer was the greatest ever. It was a soldi fact that old school R&B or Hip Hop was the best compared to any of the modern garbage. But, John wasn't counting on who was correct or incorrect.
He was here to just spend some time with Kitty and dance with her.
Feeling her fingertips scraping at his scalp softly, added a soothing notion to his mind - also draw his mind to this woman before him. She seemed to easily do that on repeat. Just look at him, and drive him wild. "Ms. Pryde." John purred at her. "You keep your touching, we might end up having to leave the party early." John teased with a glint in his eyes. "You wouldn't want to do that, would you?" Almost challenging her.