Emcee's eyelashes flutter at her murmured words and the little nip on his earlobe. He smiles, one hand resting on her hip and squeezing gently. Though not altogether subtly. There's a promise in there somewhere.
"What a coincidence, I like you, too, darling," he whispers back.
Taking her hand, he walks her to the edge of the stage, encouraging another round of applause for her. And for the both of them. And why not, for himself, too, oh no, pshaw, you're all too kind. And then he nimbly hops off the stage and returns to his seat beside Jay. Still grinning.
...What?
You don't call Emcee up onto a stage and not expect him to steal the show.
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Date: 2016-06-03 02:37 am (UTC)"What a coincidence, I like you, too, darling," he whispers back.
Taking her hand, he walks her to the edge of the stage, encouraging another round of applause for her. And for the both of them. And why not, for himself, too, oh no, pshaw, you're all too kind. And then he nimbly hops off the stage and returns to his seat beside Jay. Still grinning.
...What?
You don't call Emcee up onto a stage and not expect him to steal the show.