Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160408041336

"Well, I would feel a little bad if he gets himself killed, but that's just me," Azulius admitted, taking another sip of his drink and sliding the other towards his date. "Important part is, he's gone, and I didn't need to use bullets or any favors with the triads.  So, we can either take care of these drinks, or cut right to the dancing.  I'm fine with either one, pers-" Azulius stopped as the DJ, a man with a pith helmet and Union Jack patterned trousers started a new song.

"-except that they just started my favorite song," he shrugged, his foot already tapping. Standing, he held out a hand to Honara, hoping that some nice, slow blues would be enough to warm them both up a little. "Care to dance, doll?"

(Honara and Azzie's results will vary, but this is one of the better examples of blues dancing I could find on such short notice.)