"Do I need a reason?" he retorted as a challenge. He slipped a flask out of the pocket of his smoking jacket. "It appears that you are out. I have a never ending flask of scotch this evening." He gestured the flask toward her as a peace offering.
He shrugged. "Not last I checked," he replied like a smart ass. He took a good swig out of the flask when she handed it back. He replaced the flask in his jacket pocket and raised his hand in an imitation of scout's honor. "I will be a perfect gentleman. If I get too close tell me or shove me off."
He started moving to the music again, not as close to Bekka as he had been, this time in front of her instead of his sneak attack from behind. "I did not know you had moves."
He raised on eyebrow and winked. There was no putting one over on Bekka Walkky. "No one else here does either." Which was a bit of an overstatement, considering he wasn't so terrible a dancer himself.
"His name is Sunny," he replied quite soberly. "She is off dancing with her friends I believe."
She couldn't help but looking at him quizzically, his drink and hers mixing in a terrible kind of combination. "There aren't transexualgenders at CCI. Trust me. I would effing know."
She continued to try to dance with him, stumbling over the heels of her shoes and the toes of his feet- though, to be fair? She would've done that sober.
"Figures. You kind of look the type." She's not sorry Stas. Sorry about that.
This was why Bekka wore the boots- this dancing bit. It wasn't because she lacked fashion, or because they seemed to ward off every unnecessary in this world, but to protect her feet in dancing. "You know I'll effing remember that in the morning, yeah? And then I'll use that to my advantage.... It'll go in my fucking book." She was a bit more talkative intoxicated than otherwise. Enjoy it while it lasts.
"I am going in your book?" he asked with an upraised eyebrow and a devilishly handsome grin. "That is an honor I have waited for all my life. It is a shame I do not have a book of my own to scribble you into."
Dear god, was someone really flirting with her? With Aune Rebecca Walkky? Really?
Too bad that for the most part, it went over her slightly intoxicated head and she laughed, shaking her head. "Everyone g-goes into my book. I'm like" She giggled, "Like fucking Harriet the Spy"
"She sounds hot," he said as the referenced sailed directly over his head. He giggled with her, silly and stupid before taking another shot of his booze and offering her another if she liked.
"Self improvement is masturbation," he quoted his favorite movie. He leaned in uncomfortably close and smirked at her. "I think you are fucking awesome."
"...You're masturbation." it was as good as a comeback as Bekka could offer at the moment. After all, he was very close and she was not a fan. Placing a hand against his chest, she tried to push him back, just a bit.
He swayed backwards happily. "You do not even know." He didn't drink anything the whole time he was with Sunny; the booze was hitting him a bit harder tonight. Not that he minded. He quite enjoyed being lightheaded and fuzzy and ready to dance with anybody. "Are you up for masturbation?" He was careful with his tone so that it could tip into proposition if she seemed game.
He lifted his hands in concession. "All apologies. Merely curious." He tipped his head to her and headed back off into the crowd. There wasn't much use lingering and offering more apologies to get back on her good side.
He rather enjoyed his dance with Bekka. She was a fiery one. Stas made a little note in his head to look her up again.
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