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Ronnie pretended to be disgusted with the girl, and turned away from her to momentarily satisfy thirsty dancers with the drinks of their choices. He tossed up bottles of water when asked for, and caught them as he threw them up from the freezer's drawer. The boy would slide them down the granite counter top, and they'd catch them or at least attempt to and scurry back to rejoin their group dancing. The boy looked at the Greek, saw that he was busy with either a female or a male that was approaching, and crossed the bar's area and made his way to Nessa once more. Once he locked eyes with her for a moment, the so-called 'Smith' looked away, as if to survey the club, shoved his palms into this pockets and walked to her to the rhythm of the music. This proved to be odd a few times when the beat called for a step back, but such a way, the boy came to her.
Still not looking at her yet, the boy leaned against the surface of the bar, resting his elbow comfortably on top of the stone. Ronnie wasn't simply winging this, he was using his peripheral vision to see the female without looking at her. He moved his head to the left, closer to the Sanchez and his face dangerously close to her ear, the Bliss breathed, "You shouldn't steal other people's agents. She's important to me because she holds the super-secret knowledge of-"
He paused midsentence in contemplation. What exactly did this 'Agent Virgin' hold knowledge of? He racked his brain quickly before continuing on, "She holds the knowledge of-"
This time, he wasn't cut off merely by the loss of his train of thought. Instead, it was a fan. She pressed her hands on them both, gently shoving them apart. The fan smiled brightly at Ronnie, and then said, "So. You playing today?" The boy cocked his head, and said smiling at her politely in return, "Yus'm I am. When everyone's too drunk to remember." The new female's smile faltered and then she continued, "Sooo, how about you and I talk over your new set over a drink?" Ronnie's green eyes grinned that same childish smile, one of a kid who had done something that was considered naughty and was proud of it. The boy had an idea. He hadn't a problem with fans, but he didn't feel much like talking over his set. So, the boy gasped as if he was surprised, and clapped his hands to his face, as if he just realized she was there exclaiming, "Oh my God, it's Foxy Cleopatra!" And with that he dodged the fan and pressed his lips to Nessa's and pulled away enough to look at her good. He said in a low voice so that Nessa could only hear, "That's what I'm willing to do, now you, you tell me where my partner is." To the girl, the musician gave a teasing smile and said, "Of course! What'd you like?" The girl's face had fallen immediately as Ronin did this and merely mumbled, "Nevermind, I'll see you later." It wasn't as if Ronnie had intentionally meant to hurt her feelings. But now that he had, the boy felt a tinge of guilt working its way into him. It unsettled him, somewhat, so sighing and frowning at himself the boy chased her, and asked her a few things, like what song she'd like dedicated to her, and told her that he owed her at least one dance tonight. She seemed satisfied enough, so back to the bar Ronnie went.
He completed a few orders as he went back to Nessa, and brushed his hair to the side as he approached her again. The boy leaned against the back counter top this time, and asked lethargically, "So, where's Agent Virgin? And might I ask who exactly you are, Miss? I've given you a name, you should return the favor." He was becoming lazy, not wanting to man the bar for much longer. He hoped that the birthday boy and his boyfriend would do something that would preoccupy the guests for a while at least, so that he wouldn't have attend to them all the time. He smiled all the same, crossing his arms across his chest. He was also quite aware that he had given her a name, but not his. However, he justified this with it was the name of his agent alias. After all, a secret agent never gave away his real name, just l like a good musician never gave away his secrets.
