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It's not every day in Milliways that she is completely and totally pleased with herself. But things went well - amazingly well - and the redhead comes down the stairs with a smile and a bounce in her step.

Both of these things could be attributed to a kiss by a bonfire the night before. And it would be a true attribution!

Let's just pretend it's as innocent as that and leave it there, mmk?

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"True," she sighs and smiles when she finds an orange slice, biting into it before sucking out the juice. "Too much work and it is work and I won't get paid for it here!"

"Well way I see it we got two choices then. One is find someone else to throw a party and hope we get an invite. The other is to minmize an just go with what we want from the party anyways, that bein cake, booze an dancin. Sure we can find most of those here dont'cha think?" He grins at her, snagging a strawberry.

Eyeing him a little for stealing that strawberry - she's possessive of her fruit! - she grins anyway, tucking her hair behind an ear. "Should be easy to find, I'd think. Sounds like a better party, anyway - shorter guest list and that makes everthing easier."

"Yeah, an not like we were hopin for presents so it's not a problem if we don't get any." He eats the strawberry in a very smug manner. "So were back to just spendin time in the bar. You know, all in all I don't think it sounds like a bad idea."

"Well, there's no dancin' in the bar," she reminds him, though she hardly sounds upset about this. ...Much. "But I think I'd prefer it to a real party, either way.

"S'a good thing you don't gotta bounce the bar, anyway, or I'd never see you!" Too many fights around these here parts!

"Well maybe cus there just ain't been the right music for it." He suggests, "I know the guy who does the music set up here, maybe I could ask him to put on a song or two sometime an clear some space an see if that don't get a few folks dancing." Or at least they could is the suggestion that he's trying to convey with the smile he gives her.

"And yeah, way too much crazy around here for me to be wantin a security job." He nods. "Plus I called one of the security guys a jackass once and we ain't really settled that one out yet."

Bill gets double-giggles - for both of those subjects and the comments he makes on them. "Well, I'm sure he deserved it. Most law types tend to be jackasses.

"...'cept sheriffs, of course. They're just like- er... angels."

Really!

She definitely doesn't seem adverse to dancing either.

"Course we're angels. Though, to be fair I think the guy was on tofu at the time an I was frustrated trying to get help for my friend Rachel." He says, eyeing whats left in the fruit cup to see what else he might steal. "Now, as far as dancin goes I gotta warn you, I don't know anything fancy. I'm a country blue grass kinda guy. Not sure how you all dance in the future..."

"Line dancin' and square dancin' are still goin' on," she replies with a laugh, yoinking a pear before he can get it. "Plenty of simple stuff, waltzes and the like. Can't say I ever learned anything real complex myself and I like bluegrass for dancin' and playin', more often than not."

"Yeah? Well alright." Bill grins, happy that some things he likes have survived into the future. He claims a piece of pineapple.

Ah, damn, she hadn't had any of that. Fingers bump but-- he gets it.

Woe.

Now, more grapes.

"Of course, I could always teach you the more complex dances, where you change partners fifteen times in the middle..."

He hasn't eaten yet and it seems to be the only one so, the pineapple piece is offered to her. "Don't know if I could do one of those. Chances are I'd get lost somewhere in the middle, or end up without a partner..." Bill's talented like that to be the only person to end up alone in a structured dance.

Sweet, though. After all, he's giving her pineapple!

Grinning when it's offered, she nods, gracious, and offers to trade him pineapple for grape. "It ain't that hard, once you get it down but lessons can be a bitch, that's for gorram sure."

He accepts the grape with a smile. "Well maybe we can try it then. You bop me in the head for bein a dunce at it though we may just stick to the other stuff."

Laughing, she sucks on the pineapple - and still can't help but sigh at the taste. "Well, we'd need about thirty other people, and we seem to be narrowin' this down to a more private party, so... other stuff'd be just fine, I think. Nice, easy, and fun!"

"And that's what we were lookin for from the start ain't it?"

"I guess so." She smiles but it comes out as more of a smirk, her head tilted to the side, blue eyes behind light lashes-- nearly red themselves.

"We seem t'like private parties, lately."

Bill ducks his head and tilts it up to look at her. "Yeah. I think it might be on account of the company bein so good."

She grins at that, unable to hold it back. And maybe she's leaned in, just a little, but-- hesitantly, still not totally sure of the situation.

"Hen dui, that sounds 'bout right."

He's still figuring it out himself but closes the gap between them a little as well. "Yup."

"Mmmhmmm."

Leaning is good. Leaning at a glacial pace is a little less good so she's coming closer, enough to nuzzle his jaw, the smallest bit.

And he likes that, enough that he takes a moment just to enjoy her touch before finally giving her the kiss that's been waiting.

It's a good sort of wait. The kind of wait that makes the destination breathtaking.

Which is good. They can indulge for a while before they realize they're in the middle of the bar.

It takes a while but he does at last and finally, and a bit reluctantly, pulls away. He smiles at her and takes another piece of fruit.

Like that kiss hadn't been sweet enough already, from the fruit they'd had.

That would be the thought crossing her made and making her smile as she leans back and snags a waitrat to - very quietly - request more fruit.

Then snags the last apple and eyes him, very pleased with herself while she eats it.