//>>.A dance at the gala;
Chuckling, those blue-grey hues sparkled as he glanced back at her. Reaching back to grasp her hand, he looked back to the skyline of the warring city. “I keep forgetting this is your first police gala. They aren’t as classy as your soiree’s with Sarif.” Silencing for a moment, he turned back to her, “People get wasted here. Then they find the hottest piece of ass that will willingly give it up for them, and they find an empty room or stall and just go nuts.”
A common thing. Sometimes happened at Military balls all the time.
Giving his Angel a slight shake of his head, he thumbed at the soft fabric of her dress and smiled, “I promised you a dance, therefore you shall get one. I’m not going to ruin your night because I’m in a sore, sour mood.”
“So…you thought I dragged you in here for a quickie?” Megan couldn’t help but release a small giggle-snort, mostly of how he described the difference between police gala’s and the one’s with Sarif. Megan kept her fingers locked around his, she really just wanted to spend some time with Adam along; away from the house. Out of work. Just them.
“…If you say so,” Megan leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Just–don’t step on my feet, Mr.Grouch…” A joke that Megan had come up on the spot. A silly bad joke, just like all over her jokes.