thank You Sir

Going behind the bar and getting your drink 'right now'........*Giggles*

Pouring everything pretty liberally....getting the peanut butter whiskey with some Mountain Dew Code Red mixer......

Taking it to you.....looking at your cute, sexy form with Idris Elba as I hand it to you......

Why don't we all get a drink and sit in a booth? How does that sound?

Or, I mean...we could go to my place, there's a well stocked bar there? Up to you girls...

TK was unique.

He inclined his head to the retreating forms of Kincaid and Miss Darling, before turning a fixed look at Veronica. After a moment, it mellowed into a grin, the white of his teeth showing with it.

“Dear girl, I think you put our Alexander to quite the test with that one.”

He laughed and took his seat again, reaching out to lay a hand atop of your own. “Bombolini, indeed.” He allowed a moment’s a pause, asking almost offhandedly. “Your Amara is a Venetian as well, I take it?”

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all so beautiful.xx

Very nice clips..

"Oh! I'll have a shot of Skrewball. Peanut butter whiskey."

Nods.

"Mixed with some Mtn Dew Code Red."

Nods.

"I don't want a shot. I want a drink now."

Nods.

"Maybe take things a little slower."

Nods lots.

I'm good.....Getting ready for our last day of that Fourth of July holiday......How're you?

Dancing with Seven, I see.........I'd like that too

((a hundred and one questions, actually ~grins~))

"Yeah. Might wanna work with the HTML coding and see if you can fix that."

Nods.

"How are you feeling this morning? Did you sleep well?"

looking in for Mistress

Ooooo......I can get you your shot

What would you like?

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She stopped suddenly and abandoned you on the floor.

"I need another shot!"

Ordering up another round for herself.

Awww.....Thank you, Seven

I need to update it some because I've lost a picture

There was an art to achieving perfect comportment in a social setting, and it was one which the Victorians held an altogether slavish devotion to. It was this alone which allowed him to maintain his composure in the face of Nonna’s comment; so thinly veiled in its innuendo that he could shave with it later, had he the desire.

Veneto bombolini, indeed. After a moment, during which Delilah Darling appears to be mercifully oblivious, he allows the barest twitch of his mouth in reply to the comment. He understood the intention, as no doubt Gideon did; the woman and her granddaughter both hailed from La Serenissima, and nothing more needed said about that.

He turned to Delilah as she made that comment, and allowed himself a soft chuckle, glad for the reprieve. “I fear we are bound to take up a good deal more of one another’s time, Lila. But perhaps we can broach that with Gideon another day.”

He nodded to Gideon, affected an almost courtly bow towards Nonna, exaggerating the motion with just enough insouciance to convey a bite of his own teasing right back.

He turns then to lead Delilah back to their own table, and a hundred questions, he is certain, if he knows her at all.

I agree with you love, dancing is great!

Chuckling as you spin, enjoying watching the way your body moves to the imaginary music: the swing of your hips, the flex of the muscles in your legs as you move to the rhythm and the way your dark eyes sparkle as the light hits them as you move...