Damn, that trumpet section must've been stalking them for this specific purpose. Either that or there was some sorta crazy thing going on nearby that was severely allergic to them.
When he pulled away, it was almost hesitant. Last time he'd kissed someone on impulse, they'd slapped him so hard his image inducer had glitched and turned him zebra colours. "So. Uh. That was... nice."
Understatement of the century, true believers. Don't let Deadpool tell you otherwise.