"You make a good point. It would only be courteous to so. I'll call her when we leave here." he says.
Fury would see the sound stage toward the back of the establishment. Several of the chairs and tables could be moved to expose room for dancing.
"Ah, New Orleans. Well, we're several miles away from there, and a whole different world. Bon Temps is pretty tight knit; small town, everyone knows everyone. But I won't let the locals get you." he grins.
Tech goes to the nearest table and pulls out a chair for Fury, then waits for her to be seated before seating himself.
"Do you dance, Fury?" he asks.
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