"Steady on," she giggled, though she let him place that cheeky kiss to her neck before she swatted him away again. "God, you're like a child sometimes, old man. What am I going to do with you?"
There had been a few eyes on them, fleeting glances but nothing that she'd notice much. Paris had been a different matter entirely. "Glad to see you like a bargain."
Abi perched herself against the bar, wiggling along to the music playing behind them. "Oh fuck, I forget how old you are. I'll have to introduce you to god awful 1980s pop music. And guyliner."