There is no such thing as a bad idea.
Watching her down her drink, Ace had to hide a smile behind his own glass, certain that she'd be feeling the effects soon enough. For now, her words made him chuckle, low with amusement at her reluctance when it all seemed so simple to him. Sure it is. You just have to give in.
His hand moved to tuck the same strand of disobedient blonde hair back again, letting his finger trail down the back of her ear as he spoke. It's like fighting the beat of the music. Giving in might make your heart race and your hair fall out of place, but you'd regret missing out on the beautiful laughter and rhythmic sway of your body that would make it worth it. Ace let his eyes find hers again, reminding her of the fun she'd had before he let his hand fall to her back again, a playful smile on his lips. What's the harm in giving in to the music?
His hand moved to tuck the same strand of disobedient blonde hair back again, letting his finger trail down the back of her ear as he spoke. It's like fighting the beat of the music. Giving in might make your heart race and your hair fall out of place, but you'd regret missing out on the beautiful laughter and rhythmic sway of your body that would make it worth it. Ace let his eyes find hers again, reminding her of the fun she'd had before he let his hand fall to her back again, a playful smile on his lips. What's the harm in giving in to the music?
Only Poorly Executed Awesome Ones.
Ace
