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Jett would take the bottle from her and take another "glug" from it and would proceed to feel the liquor hit the back of his throat and warm his stomach all the same, but his hear couldn't help but flutter when she leaned against him... Jett would feel her lean into him... he couldn't help it... he would attempt to kiss her...

Jett's attempt at kissing was foiled before it could even really start! She got to her feet, took the bottle from him and took a nice gulp. She handed it back and grinned. "Let's go dance!"

Jett could feel her playfulness come out so he hopped up and ignored it, "Let's go show people up!" Jett was quite the dancer, she may learn this soon. He would do something fun first though he would grab her and flash them to the dance floor. No one would notice because it was dark and the music was loud. Jett would lean into her, "C'mon show me what you're made of!"

Cynthia laughed as they were flashed into the dance floor. She grinned at him and moved away from him a little, then started dancing. The loud music was great for dancing and she could feel it vibrating through her feet. She was a pretty good dancer too.

Jett would pull out some dance moves from his life, he would listen to the music and start doing The Running Man to the music and then start doing The Bump. He was getting his groove on, he was trying to be impressive, maybe it was working, but he started to just have fun with the situation...

Cynthia grinned and smiled as she watched him dance. She would dance along with him, just having fun and being crazy. It was so great to let loose. It had been so long since she'd done anything that was such pure fun. "I have a problem!" she said to Jett, over the loud noises. "I have a lack of alcohol!" She laughed a bit and smiled a thim.

"I agree, let's get some more." Jett would flash them back into the VIP room and they would grab the bottle. "Wanna rest? Or have a sip and head back?" Jett was sweating but it's not like it was cold on the dance floor or anything it had to be at least 100 on the dance floor alone. "I'm up for whatever you want milady." Jett was excited, he thought about using his powers to help him dance and what that would entail.

Cynthia smiled and took a long swig from the bottle. "Can we get another of those cocktail things? That was good." She chuckled a bit. "Let's dance a little more after I get some of those cocktail things, then we can come back and rest!"

Jett would flash to the bar and grab a couple of the drinks, flash back, "Here you go ma'am." he would hand her a drink and have a drink of his own, different from hers. "I like this I'm a dancing machine!" he would start to dance with his drink in his hand he was starting to float too doing moves that the average person couldn't do. "I'm actually moon walking!"

Cynthia took her drink and downed it quickly, laughing as he danced around and floated. She pulled him back to the floor and grinned. "Okay, showoff, let's get back to the dance floor!" She giggled and smiled, going to the dance floor with him to start dancing again. She was having so much fun.

"Yes ma'am!" he would flash them back to the dance floor, he would then start to dance with her, rubbing up close to her, dancing in beat with her and the song. He would lift her off the ground(if permitted) and throw her(if permitted) a couple feet in the air and catch her and keep dancing. He was really getting into it. "Having fun?" he would say over the music.

Cynthia let him lift her and throw her and she laughed lightly, dancing around with him. "I'm having a blast!" It was so much fun! She danced and danced for a while more, though eventually she would grab his hand and drag him back to their VIP room. She collapsed onto the couch with him, out of breath but laughing and smiling. "Okay, rest time!"

Jett would see that she was exhausted, and frankly he'd started to wear down, flashing that much can slow you down. He would look at her laying on the couch, "Damn you... you're beautiful." He would say as he grabbed the bottle of the booze they'd been drinking. "Want a drink?"

Cynthia giggled a bit and smiled. "Thanks." She held out her hand for the bottle. "Yes please!" She would take a sip from it, then take his hand and pull him down on top of her, chuckling some. "Teach me French." She giggled a bit and sipped from the bottle.

"Let's see...how do I say, 'more beer please', in French?"

Jett had to think for a second, "plus de bière s'il vous plaît?" he would say to her, "make sure you grab me one too!" he would laugh and grab the bottle from her and finish it off, there was only a good gulp left in it. "What kind of beer do you like? I'm more of a liquor guy personally, I like the stuff that works fast and hard!" Jett would say in excitement, "Besides beer is like wet bread!" Jett would chuckle pretty hard.

Cynthia grinned. "As long as it's alcohol, I don't care." She chuckled a bit and smiled. "Okay let's see...how do I say 'more food please', in French?" Once he told her that, she'd give him a new one. "What about 'How are you?', and 'What are you doing?'?"

Jett would say in sequence,
"more food please"

"plus de nourriture s'il vous plaît"

"How are you?"

«Comment êtes-vous?"

"What are you doing?"

"Que faites-vous?"

"I want to know something you know! I'm teaching you stuff, what do you know?" Jett hadn't thought to ask this before.

Cynthia gave a little laugh. "Me? I don't know anything. But right now I'm learning French, so shoosh." She grinned and tapped his nose with a finger, then kept talking. "Okay, what about 'Let's dance'? And 'I love you'?"

Jett would laugh at her and then here what she wanted him to teach her, "Let's dance is... Dansons", Jett would pause for a moment, "I love you is... Je t'aime" Jett felt his heart string tugged when he told her that. He'd said it twice to her in the same brief second... man that was heavy on him. He would do his best to grin and smile for her, "You can also say, 'Take me to' so that you can have a taxi take you places. You say that like this, Emmenez-moi au" Jett would say with a learning curve.

Cynthia listened, nodding a bit. "Okay. Cool!" She smiled up at him, fingers lifting to take hold of his chin so he would look at her. "Jett." She smiled warmly. "Je t'aime." She leaned in close. "Okay...now how do you say 'Kiss me, idiot' in French?"