Going to the bar first would absolutely help. Such was the nature of dancing in public.
"I'll help you," Faye assured him, which mostly likely meant that she'd hang all over him and possibly sway a little in a leading sort of way. "With the dancing. The nice thing about dancing is that no one really looks at anyone else. We all just think we're being watched."
She leaned back to kiss him over her shoulder, lingering a little bit. "And we can come back out here later." 'Here' being space. 'Here' actually meaning more remote space, really, because Faye wasn't quite that much of an exhibitionist. (Or at least, she was conscious of the fact that Stark certainly wasn't.)
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"I'll help you," Faye assured him, which mostly likely meant that she'd hang all over him and possibly sway a little in a leading sort of way. "With the dancing. The nice thing about dancing is that no one really looks at anyone else. We all just think we're being watched."
She leaned back to kiss him over her shoulder, lingering a little bit. "And we can come back out here later." 'Here' being space. 'Here' actually meaning more remote space, really, because Faye wasn't quite that much of an exhibitionist. (Or at least, she was conscious of the fact that Stark certainly wasn't.)