"We didn't have them in the eighties. We had like, Mr. Bubble," Steve says with a shrug, distracted from the conversation by the flex of her legs and and ass in that tight dress as she steps into her heels, but the mention of glitter brings him back. "What? I hope not. It just looked blue."
He nods and requests a car on the app on his phone, which is still kind of wild to him, even after almost a year and a half of being here. Some things are just so insanely easy here, and he's not sure that he'll ever get used to it.
Thankfully there's one close, so they head downstairs to wait. It's kind of freezing outside and Maeve doesn't have a jacket, so Steve sets her bag down and takes off his suit jacket so that he can put it over her shoulders, leaning in to kiss the side of her neck as he does.
"Can't have you freeze before we get to the party," he teases, kissing her again before stepping away to pick up the bag. "Then who would I dance with?"
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He nods and requests a car on the app on his phone, which is still kind of wild to him, even after almost a year and a half of being here. Some things are just so insanely easy here, and he's not sure that he'll ever get used to it.
Thankfully there's one close, so they head downstairs to wait. It's kind of freezing outside and Maeve doesn't have a jacket, so Steve sets her bag down and takes off his suit jacket so that he can put it over her shoulders, leaning in to kiss the side of her neck as he does.
"Can't have you freeze before we get to the party," he teases, kissing her again before stepping away to pick up the bag. "Then who would I dance with?"