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[There is absolutely no hiding precisely how pleased Chuuya is for the kiss, from the grin on his lips where they're pressed against hers and the quiet noise of satisfaction that escapes him when they part.

He doesn't mind the attention in the least-- let them look, he's here for her.

And once she gets to work on making the drinks, he'll take a seat and enjoy the show she puts on mixing them together, chin resting in the palm of one gloved hand.] Cherry huh? Suppose it's kinda fitting for the ambiance here, too.

[He accepts his drink when she hands it to him, taking a curious sip before letting out a hum of approval.] I like how the sweetness is offset by the tart. The flavor has good depth to it.

[ Too few of her partners appreciate proper PDA, it's truly a treat for someone to relish putting on a bit of a show. ]

I'm glad you like it. [ Saya primly hefts herself up to sit on the bar, with her drink still in hand. She doesn't spill a drop of it in the process, of course. ]

You should ask me to dance as a thank you. [ She reaches out with her free hand to run her fingers through his hair. ] I think we could have quite a good time making my customers jealous.

[Chuuya loved it, honestly-- it was nice, being able to show his affection whenever and wherever. It was something he couldn't do back in Yokohama, at least not to the extent he'd have liked.

He's a deeply affectionate person by nature, in truth. And from the way he tilts his head upwards as she runs her fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to her wrist, it's clear he appreciates how she welcomes it.] A dance, hm? I think I like the sound of that. I bet we could give 'em all a show to remember.

[ Saya's smile is equal parts sweet and suggestive as she watches him kiss her wrist. Around the bar, they've already got a fair audience -- Saya's job here is to be gawked at, and anytime she's got a visitor the customers are all too eager to be voyeurs into her flirting. Some of the onlookers are murmuring to each other, looking both Saya and Chuuya over none too subtly. ]

I have every confidence that we could. And I always welcome any opportunity for you to touch me as much as possible.

[ A slower song comes on, low and heady with a driving beat. Saya downs her drink and places the glass on the bar with a clink that is felt more than heard, given the music. ]

Anytime you're ready to whisk me off this bar and off to the dance floor and into your arms, then.

Like I said before: You're spoilin' me here, Saya.

[Chuuya's answering smile is equally flirtatious as he reaches to down the rest of his own glass, setting it down on the counter beside Saya's.

He doesn't need more encouragement really, but Saya tends to feed the dramatic streak in him. In a swift motion he's doing precisely what she'd said: namely, whisking her off the bar and into his arms with a showy flourish and a grin, only deigning to set her gently down on her feet once they reach the dance floor.]

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