// smile like you mean it //
“Wha— Okay.” He’s got nothing to say or to stop the Maverick from leaving the table, vanishing into the back with Flora. Confusion flares, but he doesn’t pursue them, leaving them to continue their chat (that he evidently isn’t a part of).
It’s fine, though, as Astaroth plucks the whiskey bottle from the table and stands, moving back to start sliding tables off to the side to make a little dance floor as the music shifts to something easier to dance to with the moves he knows (old fashioned ballroom antics,) though this feels more like a one sided tango at this point, with the whisky bottle as his partner.
Unaware, the butcher clumsily moves to the music, keeping to himself as he hums a harmony to the tune, learning on the spot how this particular song goes.
It’s fine, though, as Astaroth plucks the whiskey bottle from the table and stands, moving back to start sliding tables off to the side to make a little dance floor as the music shifts to something easier to dance to with the moves he knows (old fashioned ballroom antics,) though this feels more like a one sided tango at this point, with the whisky bottle as his partner.
Unaware, the butcher clumsily moves to the music, keeping to himself as he hums a harmony to the tune, learning on the spot how this particular song goes.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
