[He leans in, turning halfway to meet her better, and then extracts his hand from hers so he can curl it around her and hold her as reasonably close as he can manage while their lips are pressed together. That hand then strokes down her side, along her thigh and settles on her knee with a squeeze before he pulls away.]
Well, I guess I can live without parades an' beads. The rest sounds pretty damn good.
[Mostly because it sounds just exotic enough to be exciting. He's never heard of a beignet, but voodoo has him intrigued, and he still wants to see an alligator while they're out this way, because otherwise his only chances are at a zoo. And given how their last zoo encounter went... Actually, he could do that again sometime.
He chuckles to himself, then sits up and away from her a little to have one more swig of tequila. Feeling a satisfying buzz, he slumps against her lightly, a smile on his face.]
I wanna find a real good jazz band so we can dance. Hey, New Orleans sounds like a place where we'd find another cool ghost hangout. You know, like New York? But a better one. Jazz ghosts an' voodoo.
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Well, I guess I can live without parades an' beads. The rest sounds pretty damn good.
[Mostly because it sounds just exotic enough to be exciting. He's never heard of a beignet, but voodoo has him intrigued, and he still wants to see an alligator while they're out this way, because otherwise his only chances are at a zoo. And given how their last zoo encounter went... Actually, he could do that again sometime.
He chuckles to himself, then sits up and away from her a little to have one more swig of tequila. Feeling a satisfying buzz, he slumps against her lightly, a smile on his face.]
I wanna find a real good jazz band so we can dance. Hey, New Orleans sounds like a place where we'd find another cool ghost hangout. You know, like New York? But a better one. Jazz ghosts an' voodoo.