Then, Mr. Diaz is fine. I don't mind your need to be formal.
[ if you wanted to be a hardass, he'd play right on along with this whole thing. no sweat.
he flicks his eyes around the dance floor, watching various other familiar faces shoot glances his way, questioning and curious and sometimes just disgusted. he doesn't give a shit. he has a reputation and he knows it. doesn't care. ]
It's nice.
[ he pulls his head back to look her up and down, nodding. ] You could have done worse.
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[ if you wanted to be a hardass, he'd play right on along with this whole thing. no sweat.
he flicks his eyes around the dance floor, watching various other familiar faces shoot glances his way, questioning and curious and sometimes just disgusted. he doesn't give a shit. he has a reputation and he knows it. doesn't care. ]
It's nice.
[ he pulls his head back to look her up and down, nodding. ] You could have done worse.
[ it was a freaking great dress. ]