[Nick can't blush but he would have with Hancock's arms draped over his shoulders, swaying to the music, kissing him as they dance. As it is, the vents at his shoulders are spun up and his sensor net is already warning him about overheating. He's kept on dancing because he wanted to, honestly Wanted to, but he knows when to bow out. There's so much more to come tonight.
Nick shifts, chases Hancock back a bit as he finally breaks away, only to get chastized before getting another brush of the lips. He huffs a laugh and, in that moment, the song slows and changes. He's got enough nagging flags that he finally, reluctantly stops them moving and gives Hancock's waist a squeeze.]
Pardon me, Doll. You got me hot under the collar--if I don't lose this coat I'm going to pass out.
[Despite having said that, making his excuses to step away, Nick pulls Hancock in again and steals his mouth for another less than chaste kiss. He makes it quick, quicker than he wants it to be at least, and then steps back and releases the ghoul all at once.
Tonight is beautiful. It's going far better than Nick could have imagined and it has him feeling drunk on love. It's enough that he can't find it in himself to object to the quid-pro-quo of singing back to Hancock. He's not a singer, not compared to his current company, but the high of good company and this surprise has him in its grasp.
The old synth meanders to the one table set up on the periphery of the room and drapes his coat over the back of one chair. The rush of cool is bracing. After that, he heads, not for Hancock, but for the stage where the Vaultie is still playing like his template life was as a lounge lizard.]
Mind if I sing one?
[Nick leans in and, in a low tone, tells the Vaultie what he wants. The song isn't uncommon, and it's entirely predictable, but sometimes classics are classic for a reason, right? The Vaultie can play the baseline and the sound system has the other backing track. The music starts up and Nick adjusts his hat as he takes the mic.]
You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you--
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Date: 2024-07-14 06:20 am (UTC)Nick shifts, chases Hancock back a bit as he finally breaks away, only to get chastized before getting another brush of the lips. He huffs a laugh and, in that moment, the song slows and changes. He's got enough nagging flags that he finally, reluctantly stops them moving and gives Hancock's waist a squeeze.]
Pardon me, Doll. You got me hot under the collar--if I don't lose this coat I'm going to pass out.
[Despite having said that, making his excuses to step away, Nick pulls Hancock in again and steals his mouth for another less than chaste kiss. He makes it quick, quicker than he wants it to be at least, and then steps back and releases the ghoul all at once.
Tonight is beautiful. It's going far better than Nick could have imagined and it has him feeling drunk on love. It's enough that he can't find it in himself to object to the quid-pro-quo of singing back to Hancock. He's not a singer, not compared to his current company, but the high of good company and this surprise has him in its grasp.
The old synth meanders to the one table set up on the periphery of the room and drapes his coat over the back of one chair. The rush of cool is bracing. After that, he heads, not for Hancock, but for the stage where the Vaultie is still playing like his template life was as a lounge lizard.]
Mind if I sing one?
[Nick leans in and, in a low tone, tells the Vaultie what he wants. The song isn't uncommon, and it's entirely predictable, but sometimes classics are classic for a reason, right? The Vaultie can play the baseline and the sound system has the other backing track. The music starts up and Nick adjusts his hat as he takes the mic.]
You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you--