[Remy and Sharon]
There was nothing Remy LeBeau liked more than being dragged in by his tie to kiss a woman. Nothing. Nothing in this entire world. Not even stealing priceless things that he wanted for himself.
It was why he wore a tie religiously-- so in case a beautiful woman wanted to kiss him, she had a way to pull him in.
And oh, that was nice. He'd step up against her and smooth both hands around her waist to hold on, returning that kiss.
She tasted like her fruity drink. He surely tasted like Scotch and Lucky Strikes. But really, that defined him. Cigarettes and Scotch, it was everything that made up Remy LeBeau--aside from his charm.
And he could certainly kiss her all night. He wouldn't, of course, they were at a party.. but she was a little drunk and he'd take advantage of the situation.