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[sangreine]

[ 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.

[darkdisgrace]

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.]