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It has? I mean, yeah, it has. 'S been really fun. [And we have grinning again. Nice one.]

[Oh she likes the grinning thing. It makes her grin back. She takes a sip of her beer and scoots close to Neil, resting her head on his shoulder.]

Choice time. We have A)More singing B)Watching Lucy dance C)More shots or D)All of the above in random order.

[Neil raises a hand as if to do something-- it lingers there for a moment, and then he drops it again, indecisive.]
So many choices, and none of 'em bad. [He takes a contemplative swig of beer.] I vote D, with a possible priority on B?

[That makes her laugh a little, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth.] D it is then and we'll start with B. [She winks at him, leans in to kiss him and then sashays out to the dance floor. Yes there is sashaying.]

[He touches his lips absentmindedly, still hardly believing how well this is going.

And where there is Lucy and sashaying, there is Neil and appreciative watching.]

[This is one of the really excellent things about Neil, at least in Lucy's opinion. She makes sure to stay on the edge of the dance floor where he can watch. After all, that's the point isn't it? There is dancing with other people but it's pretty clear that it's all a show and the other people just props. Lucy has no issues with the whole dating more than one person thing but if she's out on a date with one person, she's with that one person for the night. After a couple of songs, she comes back from the floor out of breath and a little sweaty. She grabs her beer and takes a long swig as she sits back down close to Neil.]

Enjoy the show?

[Neil watches, fascinated, and firmly resolves to himself to learn how to dance-- although, the likelihood of his actually carrying through with said resolution is very much up in the air. Still, it seems like a good idea to him right now, at least. When Lucy comes back, he offers a smile, and then stares at his hands, wondering how enthusiastic he's allowed to be about this without being creepy.]

Yeah! I mean, yeah, that was really... you're-- yeah. [He coughs.] Having fun?

[She lived with the Master, creepy equals love, or something like that. She grins, puts a hand on his knee and nods.]

I am. It's the most fun I've had in a while.

Me too. I don't-- I mean, things aren't usually... like this. For me. With girls.

[He lifts his hand, hesitantly, and brushes a strand of hair back behind Lucy's ear. He looks away quickly,
and then glances back.]

[Lucy grins when he takes the initiative to touch her. She even tilts her head a bit into the touch.]

Why not? What's the big turn off? You seem like a great guy to me.

Dunno. Maybe it's the hair.

[The smile says he's joking.]

Totally the hair. [She laughs, reaches up to run her hand through his hair again.] Well I like you.

[His eyes get big.] Thanks. I like you too. A lot.

[It occurs to her that she probably ought to lay down the rules, things like: Don't get too close, don't expect too much out of me, don't think too far into the future. Not too mention a long list of rules she'll never voice like: don't hurt me, don't push me away when I'm being incredibly annoying. The night has been too nice to worry about rules and she's having too much fun to frame out how things have to be so instead she grins mischievously, glances up at the stage and then back at Neil.]

Clearly we should express mutual liking with a duet. It's the only solution.

[A smile spreads out slowly over his face, and he gives a decisive nod.] That sounds awesome. D'you have anything in mind?

Kind of. Don't Stop Believing by Journey or I love Rock n Roll by Joan Jett.

[So many points in his favor that he's willing to actually be a participant in the embarrassment and not just bear witness to it.]

[Ooh. Neil can dig both of those options. He thinks it over for a moment.]

I could go Blackheart for a number. Pretty sure I'd pay money to see you sing Joan Jett.

[And oh god, part of him is still worried that's a weird thing to say, but that part is very much dulled by alcohol right now, so he hardly cares.]

[Not weird, at least not to Lucy. She laughs, grabs his hand and heads for the stage]

I'll send you the bill. I charge time though, not money.

[He gives her hand a little squeeze.]

Well, I've got plenty of that.

[After signing up, Lucy loiters--and requires Neil to loiter--near the stage. Mostly she's doing the fan thing with the lighter and the whooping. Also she's wrapped both of Neil's arms around her and is kind of doing the lean against him thing. He's become a prop in Lucy's life.]

[Neil stand content, perfectly happy to not be required to take the lead role here. This is the most physical contact he's had from a girl in a decently long time. He enjoys the company and the music, and hums along softly to the chorus of one song that he knows.]

[This is nice and Lucy turns her head so that her ear presses against his chest and she can hear the humming along with his heart beating. She misses the warmth and heart beating of being alive. After a few moments of listening to his heart beat like that and the hum in his chest, she turns some more, goes up on her tiptoes slightly as she winds her fingers through his hair and pulls him down into a kiss that's slow, hot and more about being close than it is about anything else.]

[Neil responds more quickly this time. As he returns the kiss, one hand softly strokes her hair, while the other settles hesitantly on her hip.]

[She smiles slightly against his lips and leans in closer, her body flush against his. She's just deepening the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip when their names are called from the stage. She laughs, breaks the kiss a little breathlessly, her forehead still against his.]

Come on, Stud. Let's go sing Joan Jett.

[He hums in discontent, somewhat disappointed that this has to end now for the time being. But singing is good, too. He presses one more quick kiss to her forehead, then takes her hand and steps up on stage.]

Let's show 'em what we got, eh?

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