[No shoes on the dance floor, Clara, gosh. Jim stops at the edge of the rug and completely without preamble turns and crouches so he can help her out of her shoes. Coordination is hard when you've had a few drinks, okay? He gets it.
Then again he's drank like half the bar at this point and is more or less completely sober. But that's due to so many years of hard living that the Fleet academy doctors basically had to wring out his liver.]
Don't count on it, sweetheart.
[He is so cheeky and teasing, okay. And then he tugs her out onto the rug.]
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Then again he's drank like half the bar at this point and is more or less completely sober. But that's due to so many years of hard living that the Fleet academy doctors basically had to wring out his liver.]
Don't count on it, sweetheart.
[He is so cheeky and teasing, okay. And then he tugs her out onto the rug.]