[ how many songs have played? one, three? she hums in agreement, a hand dropping to wipe at her face as if thinking there's tears (there are, he's a little wet on front) and then the other joins it at her side. ]
Sorry. Yeah. I'm tired anyway. Thanks for dancing with me.
[ not his fault. she's just finally feeling the rush drain from her body, though she still rests against him. ]
Wanna stay someplace local? I don't know if I'll make the walk back to the base, and I'd feel bad making you carry me.
[Yes, she does look like she might just stumble out of here like a new baby fawn on unsteady legs. Trekking all the way back to that shuttle may not be the best bet.]
[And yes, he could leave her. He could also carry her. But the first will absolutely invite her wrath (and...yes, he would feel bad about it, admittedly) and the second would just be awkward. He detaches his hands, one after the other, and nods.]
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Sorry. Yeah. I'm tired anyway. Thanks for dancing with me.
[ not his fault. she's just finally feeling the rush drain from her body, though she still rests against him. ]
Wanna stay someplace local? I don't know if I'll make the walk back to the base, and I'd feel bad making you carry me.
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[And yes, he could leave her. He could also carry her. But the first will absolutely invite her wrath (and...yes, he would feel bad about it, admittedly) and the second would just be awkward. He detaches his hands, one after the other, and nods.]
Sure. At least until you sober up.