No, I guess it wasn't you. Back then, you wouldn't have said anything nearly that kind.
*He winks at her, and attempts to follow her instructions. She's a thousand times more graceful than he is, even in her tight dress and high heels. He seems to be managing all right though, but it could just be the shots starting to take effect.
He tries spinning her around few times, and it's not perfect, but she's smiling, and it's the most refreshing thing he's seen in months. He's feeling pretty impressed with himself until he feels a strong blow to his back, and falls forward.
He quickly picks himself up, and runs his hands through his hair a few times, hoping to seem unphased by the stumble. He looks around to see who knocked into him. The greasy haired man with tattoos up his arm looked a few years older than him seemed relatively unconcerned with James' fall.*
Fucking... tosser.
*He turns his back, and wraps his arms around Lily, pulling her close.*
So how-- where were we? I can't wait to get you home...
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*He winks at her, and attempts to follow her instructions. She's a thousand times more graceful than he is, even in her tight dress and high heels. He seems to be managing all right though, but it could just be the shots starting to take effect.
He tries spinning her around few times, and it's not perfect, but she's smiling, and it's the most refreshing thing he's seen in months. He's feeling pretty impressed with himself until he feels a strong blow to his back, and falls forward.
He quickly picks himself up, and runs his hands through his hair a few times, hoping to seem unphased by the stumble. He looks around to see who knocked into him. The greasy haired man with tattoos up his arm looked a few years older than him seemed relatively unconcerned with James' fall.*
Fucking... tosser.
*He turns his back, and wraps his arms around Lily, pulling her close.*
So how-- where were we? I can't wait to get you home...