18th Street Lounge, Washington DC [night, NFB]

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Eric had wanted to drive all the way to New York to find a really interesting club, but decided that as nice as his sports car was (and it was very nice), a date that required a four hour one-way roadtrip was probably a terrible idea.

Which was why he and Jaina were now letting the valets at the 18th Street Lounge try to find parking in Dupont Circle. Eric grinned down at her as he held the door open. "We're just in time. They have tango lessons at 8 on Tuesdays."

Eric, it must be noted, liked winning bets.

[OOC: For the tiny Jedi. No, the other one.]

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"That seems like the better option," Eric agreed. "You look beautiful tonight, by the way."

In terms of subtle segues, this wasn't in the running.

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Jaina smiled. "Thank you. And that was a very impressive change of subject."

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"I'm very impressive," Eric said modestly.

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"If you're looking for disagreement from me there..." Well, he wouldn't get it, honestly. She was kind of impressed, which didn't happen with many people.

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He smiled, amused. "I bet if you disagree with me about something, I'll know it."

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"I can't imagine what you might be talking about," she said with total faux innocence.

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"Does that ever work for you?" Eric laughed, leading her through a rather complicated set of dance steps.

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He was definitely showing off now, and she was determined to keep up. "Never once. Not even when it's genuine, believe it or not."

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"And you have such an honest face," Eric tsked.

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"I'll have you know my face is entirely honest," she told him. "As is the rest of me."

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Eric's eyes twinkled at her. "Well that's disappointing," he teased.

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"Honest is only one adjective. I'm sure I'm plenty of non-disappointing things, too," she said, smiling up at him. It was kind of nice to smile this much, really.

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Eric leaned in a bit. "Like what?"

[solo_sword]

If he was going to lean in a bit, then she was just going to lower her voice a little bit. "Like I'm going to spoil the fun by just telling you. It's better to show than tell."

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Eric's eyebrows waggled at her. "I like a show."

[solo_sword]

"Then I'll have to make sure you get one." Really, he'd probably be getting it if not for the lesson going on.

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Wasn't it fortunate that class was over?

"Could you use a drink?" Eric asked.

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Bye, audience... "That's not a bad idea," she agreed. "Thanks for the dance."

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"You're quite welcome," he said. "Would you like a drink in the club, or some place quieter?"

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"Do you have a pressing need to stay in the club?" she checked.

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Eric laughed. "No. But I would love to see your apartment."

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"Oh, is this where the negotiations to be invited in begin?" she teased. Even if she knew how that'd turn out already.

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"Unless you need to be plied with alcohol first," Eric replied, "but I think that's cheating."

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"It's not needed," she admitted. "Okay then. Convince me."

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Eric leaned in so that his lips almost brushed her ear. "I am fascinated by interior design," he murmured.

Eric was a big liar.