dame-with-a-gun
♪ –– "'n it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing –– "
[ he's humming over the counter, barely hanging onto his seat as he swivels and turns, getting nowhere with his attempted dancing fast. he grins at the woman next to him, though he knows he should be keeping this professional, not flirting. but he supposes that a friendly dance isn't necessarily flirting, carefully sneaks in a question. ]
"Care for a dance, miss?"










