OFA: In the library

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Nikola is getting rusty.

But he has a good enough memory that despite the fact that it's been a good twenty years since he sat down at a piano, he's doing a fairly decent job of making his way through Au Claire de la Lune.

He doesn't play well, but he plays with great expression.

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"But we've already done that. Be a little more creative, my dear." He leads her up to the bar.

"Can I get you a drink?"

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She pretends to consider that; she's never had a drink here, or anyplace else, but it can't hurt that much. "Alright. A goodnight kiss, then," she says.

She has been to bars before, and listened to the others order.

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Nikola nods and orders it for her, along with a scotch for himself.

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She accepts the flute glass with a smile and takes a sip, enjoying the bitterness, and sugar. How interesting.

"I might take your suggestion."

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"Which suggestion was that?" He takes a sip of his scotch and wrinkles his nose at the taste.

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"You know which I mean," she says, watching him with a raised eyebrow, and at the wrinkled nose holds out the flute in her hand.

"That bad?"

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"Oh, do I?" He smirks and sets his glass down.

"This isn't the sort of place people come to enjoy a fine alcohol."

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"Mmm, you do," she confirms. "It's the sort of place people come to enjoy each other."

She nods out to the floor. "In a lot of different ways."

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"I've noticed," Nikola says, leaning back on the bar and watching the dance floor, eyeing one or two of the dancers with clear interest.

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She's doing the same, though with more of the men than women, though she's fairly sure whichever ones Nikola's watching are an even mix.

"Want to dance?"

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Nikola takes one last drink from his scotch and sets it aside. "Why not? It's why we're here, isn't it?"

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"Part of it, anyway," she says with a smile, nodding her head to the music that's switched over, into something with a stronger backbone.

"What sort do you know?"

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"All the classical styles, of course," Nikola says, taking her hand to lead her to the dance floor. "And I've picked up a little of this sort of thing," he nods to the dancers, "over the years."

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She chuckles. "Of course. I'm still learning the classical ones," she says. "

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"Perhaps next time, I'll take you salsa dancing."

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"Will you? That will be interesting." Considering she was a little better at them than she had been the last time, at least it wouldn't be too over her head.

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"I'm sure you'll be quite good at it."

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"Thank you," she murmurs, half-amused.

She knew he'd watched her and Watson dance. It'd been kind of fun, but that was another kind of dance entirely. "Never tried that one before, in public."

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"The salsa? Why ever not?"

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"Just never have," she shrugs lightly. "The only time I've actually done something like that in public was at that bar," she admits, with a laugh.

"Why?"

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"I'm curious. It's a thing."

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"Understatement of the night," she remarks, amused. "Or are you trying to see just how far I've gone with someone else?"

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"There is that."

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Raya laughs, and shakes her head. "You know you could have just asked that, though it's a really short list."

Down to one, actually. "Just you, in point of fact."

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"I thought so. But it's always nice to have confirmation."