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#51
Indra was not convinced. He didn't necessarily want her to sing anyway, but to come dance with him. He waited for a break in the song to cut in with a quick, "Come dance with me!" followed by a chuckle before he jumped back into the song and continued his own dance, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. She'd had a little bit to drink. Surely she wasn't very on edge, even if she was a were and owned a bar.
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#52
HEY JUST SAYING IT HAD BEEN ESTABLISHED BEFORE THAT ASHA MOSTLY KNEW CLUB DANCING AND PIT MOSHING.

But he wouldn't let up and she huffed as if his attention wasn't feeding a very egotistical and ignored part of her, flagged down one of the kitchen guys to please cover the admittedly slow bar.

"Don't cry if I stomp your feet," she warned as she moved closer after grasping his hand and joining him on stage finally.

She... mostly just tried to follow his steps, embarrassed and flattered.
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#53
Listen, even if she did step on his feet, he wouldn't care. He was just happy she joined him on stage, feeding into his own ego and that empty part of him that came from loneliness- not that he didn't have friends and a family, but he missed the feel of someone else who wasn't in either group. He gave a quick nod as she took his hand, and he moved closer to her to help guide her in the dance he did. It was an effortless, swaying style now- one that could be easily replicated, but was still a fun way to enjoy the song (or so he believed).

Nearing the end of the song, he decided to be a little bolder with the dancing and attempted to get her to spin for him.
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#54
Admittedly, the dancing was pretty easy. The spin, too, after she gave a look of initial confusion at the rise of his arm — but then perhaps some feline grace took over, or maybe some buried Asha ability, because she was turned like, pretty flawlessly.

Jerk. She liked the brief loss of control after the fact, and as she was about-faced she squinted at him in challenge of whatever fancy move was supposed to come after this.

She could totally toss him out of here with her bare hands if she really wanted to.
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#55
The spin was flawless and beautiful and Indra grinned as she turned back to face him, even if she did give him a daring look. He could take a challenge, and though his thoughts were saying to do a dip and pull her back up into a kiss, he didn't know that he could do that. So instead, he decided to just do one. He looked around for split second for some kind of sign of which one to do when his eyes landed on another patron, a lot more tipsy than he was, giving him a thumbs up sign and a goofy grin.

Well, if that's what fate suggested... Indra leaned forward suddenly to plant a quick kiss on her lips, though he realized at the last minute that he was off center a bit and if she didn't suddenly yank back or pull her head to the side, it would land on the corner of her mouth. He knew that the move was risky- especially with a bar owner. But they had been flirting with each other, and if he was slapped, he could apologize and leave with his tail between his legs.
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#56
Hey man.

Honestly.

She wasn't even remotely prepared for that. Asha more or less froze, the kind of freeze you do when some guy moves in to kiss you and he's the only person who's acknowledged your attractiveness in like three fucking months but you're hung up on someone who is taking his time and space away from you and fuck her entire life and the ditch that it had fallen into.

So she'd gotten a dumb kiss at the corner of her mouth. She didn't exactly get to return it, but whenever he pulled away it would be to her looking off to the side in more or less shock before glancing back at him and his face, offering a smile that was reminiscent of the Mona Lisa (visually, at least) as she tried to keep herself above the situation.

People were clapping and cheering him on and honestly she didn't know if she was insulted by that or if she should just embrace it and feed into the show and forget the rest of her life for two seconds.

What did it matter.

She guessed she would let it be his decision. Didn't want to be considered a bitch by the crowd that was paying her, after all, and in the end a kiss when you weren't even really with someone wasn't the end of the world. He'd said he didn't want her waiting for him, even if she kind of was. This "wasn't the Bachelor, lol."

So she gave Indra another challenging brow raise.
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#57
The cheering was weird, but even weirder was Asha's response. He wasn't really sure what was going through her mind- he'd felt her freeze up and that suggested she had either been caught off guard or wasn't happy or maybe a mixture of both. But then there was that quirk of her eyebrow again, and that set out even more confusion for him. Did she like the kiss (or attention, as the kiss wasn't really that great)? Did she want something more? Was she just playing nice host- especially given that he'd done this in front of a small crowd and she was the owner and so slapping him and kicking him out might've been bad for business? Hell, what if she had someone waiting at home for her? What if she was gay and not even interested in men?

He didn't know, and the thoughts running through his mind made him feel shitty for kissing her. He decided to not do anything else up on stage, except smile and direct some of the cheers to Asha before he hopped down and offered to help her off the stage as well. Once he was close to her once more, he moved a little closer to her to give a quick whisper, "If you're pissed and want me to leave, I can. Just need to pay my tab and grab my jacket and I can be gone." There. He could leave it up to her. If she was pissed and wanted him gone, then he should have his answer soon enough. Of course, the question also meant that if she was just surprised and then was playing coy, he was an idiot. Ah well, he was definitely an idiot either way.
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#58
He was a gentleman about it all. For a moment she felt a twinge of regret, wishing he'd pressed his luck regardless of her mixed feelings. It would have been easier to just be kissed without feeling like she should be guilty over it.

But she also felt something of relief, the sense that she could at least not be viewed as an additionally shitty person if nothing else happened between them. Even if it was just a matter of her letting him do whatever.

He moved to murmur a choice at her. She breathed out a soft, patient exhale. "You didn't do anything wrong," she answered, guarded some against either driving him away or drawing him in further. "Stay if you want to."
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#59
Well, the answer was not one that was entirely helpful. He couldn't help but let The Clash song get stuck in his head over this indecision. He looked at Asha and nodded and then back to the stool he was sitting at with the uneaten food. His bear whined about the food, and sure, he could ask for it to be boxed up so he could take it home, but he had been enjoying himself and maybe he could make it up to Asha somehow.

He sat back on the stool and took a bite of his food, brown eyes just subtly following the woman to see if she was going to avoid him. If she was, then he'd just offer another apology and be on his way. If not, then maybe he'd stay a little longer.
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#60
She couldn't, in all honesty, avoid him entirely. Just wasn't possible to do her job and that as well. But she would check to make sure the other patrons at the bar didn't need anything first.

One took the opportunity to make some wise crack about wanting a kiss from her too. She laughed it off with a sort of detached customer service laugh as she counted out change for him, glancing at Indra briefly before carrying on.

When it was inevitably his turn again, she arrived with the same detached, slightly untouchable vibe. "How's the food?" she asked.
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