my kinda guy! ( does it still count as buying him booze if he works at the bar in question and drinks for free? well, whatever … quill’s not picky. ) rock, huh? didn’t really peg you as the type, but … yeah, i guess that makes sense.
booze, it is. ( fine by him. hands clasped at nape tighten a bit——don’t drop him, now. a quiet laugh, ) never said it was a *bad song, did i? aaaand… i’m more accustomed to 80’s and 90’s rock, i suppose. among other things.
can’t believe you guys still use cash on this backwater planet and not units … what about booze? universal currency, right? ( breathy little laugh and skipping shifts to half—assed dance moves in time with beat in mind. ) what—! what d’you mean? it’s one of the best (…)
well, maybeeee, if you name it. ( joke or not, it bites either way. sorta. plays along, at least. air shoves through nostrils at change in gait, amused, and tongue clicks in recognition as it nods. ) haven’t heard that one in a whiiile.
well, maybeeee, for the right price … ( joking? serious? who can know. anyways! adding a little skip to his gait now. ) what, you don’t recognize it? c’mon, man! hooked on a feeling!
damn. and here i was, thinking you could keep a secret. ( humor still threaded through tone, words only a mockery of dejection. head tilts, caught on melody woven under breath, ) i’m sure i could manage. what’re you humming, …