[Stud. No matter the circumstance, hearing her call him that always gives him butterflies.]
Me? Rusty? I'm sorry, y'must have me confused with somebody else.
[Maybe a little too cocky, a little over-eager. It has been a hot minute since Barry danced with anyone, chances are he might be a little rusty. But dancing is in his blood, okay? He can waltz with his eyes closed, he can lead and spin and dip you in his sleep, and have you seen this man body-roll? He's got a lot of body to roll. Barry Bluejeans will damn well put on his Dancejeans and grapevine circles around some fools.
He accepts the plate with a chuckle, glancing over the spread of food on the table, considering his options. Some finger food seems in order. Small sandwiches or chicken wings or maybe those celery sticks he spots towards the middle of the table. Is that peanut butter on the celery? And raisins? Looks scrumptious!]
Yes, ma'am. Believe me, I'm gonna be in tip-top shape for this. Y'thinkin' hors d'oeuvres and a quick shot before we mosey to th'dance floor?
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Me? Rusty? I'm sorry, y'must have me confused with somebody else.
[Maybe a little too cocky, a little over-eager. It has been a hot minute since Barry danced with anyone, chances are he might be a little rusty. But dancing is in his blood, okay? He can waltz with his eyes closed, he can lead and spin and dip you in his sleep, and have you seen this man body-roll? He's got a lot of body to roll. Barry Bluejeans will damn well put on his Dancejeans and grapevine circles around some fools.
He accepts the plate with a chuckle, glancing over the spread of food on the table, considering his options. Some finger food seems in order. Small sandwiches or chicken wings or maybe those celery sticks he spots towards the middle of the table. Is that peanut butter on the celery? And raisins? Looks scrumptious!]
Yes, ma'am. Believe me, I'm gonna be in tip-top shape for this. Y'thinkin' hors d'oeuvres and a quick shot before we mosey to th'dance floor?