Corey’s beaming grin was absolutely contagious and before she knew it, Avery felt herself beaming right back at him. He mentioned being in good hands but clarified he didn’t mean like earlier, which made her chuckle raspily. “Oh, pity.” She mused back, acting as if she’d miss that particular sort of touching from him.<br/><br/>He went into an explanation then, differentiating himself from some other bloke who just wanted to get underneath her dress, which caused her brow to perk precariously. “Oh, and you are different from those, then?” She asked, a quizzical expression on her face. He mentioned tackling the problem head on and momentarily she thought he meant literally tackling her to the floor. She braced herself for him to lunge, but it never happened.<br/><br/>His offer to either dance, or take shots, or even do both, was exactly what Avery had in mind. Still grinning broadly at him and his offers, Avery clinked her glass against his, took another sip, then set it down. “How about that third option,” she murmured, chuckling darkly. “Of course, another option to clear my mind of things would be to hook up with a complete and utter, really cute stranger.” She tossed the idea into the universe and watched Corey in delight.<br/><br/>“So, would you rather get us some shots… or find us a place to have it off?” She boldly asked, lightly swaying to the not so distant beat of the booming music rattling the walls.