[ open ] we'll keep dancing til we die

[commandertoolbelt]

want to dance?

or can I buy you a drink; dance club au

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[ensared]

He nodded, conceding the point, but chose to ignore the question she posed. It was clear what she was after, and while Gale was hardly here out of completely innocent intentions, it was almost comical how obvious she was being.

"If you want a free drink," he said plainly, tipping his glass to point to a table to his left, "you'll have better luck talking to those guys. Bend the right way, and they'll give you whatever you want. But they're the types that expect more for their trouble." Gale, for his part, was distinctly lacking in cash. More often than not, he snuck in a beer or two with Thom, but today he'd indulged himself in a glass of the house brew.

[ohcaptainmycaptain]

While it was always nice when a boy bought her a drink, she didn't actually require it. Her parents were both rich and happy to throw shame money at her because of their own issues. She turned to the bartender, "One of what he's having."

She smiled, just a bit smugly, "I'm sure if I took my top off I'd get all sorts of offers too. Pass. I'd rather have company with taste, good diction, and aren't actively willing my clothes off instead of having a conversation with me." She glanced over at him, a little more sarcastic than the flirty look she started with, "Think you can manage that?"

[ensared]

"I'm not so sure about that," Gale countered. "You may have the dancing part down, but you're a little lacking up top, compared to most other girls. Stick to showing off how flexible you can be and you might have better luck."

Yes, he'd looked, and was not ashamed of it in the least.

"It might be tough," he continued, tone dry as a desert. She's still not his type. "But I think I can manage."