<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">As soon as the first few twangs hit and Wes saw Ava's reaction he beamed ever so proudly in her direction, it was more or less exactly what he expected and the sweet taste of "revenge" soon satisfied him. The temptation was there, obviously, to have her dance to some provocative song and require the entire Bar to have a cold shower afterwards, but he didn't wish to put her in a situation that may have been uncomfortable, after all, they were both here to unwind and relax after a hard nights Hunt. He tapped his boot against the floor, trading in one infuriating ear worm for another with an amused huff, letting himself swing lightly side to side in his seat and joining in on the fun. As soon as she Began to move Wes knew he had made the right choice, smiling ear to ear and letting a hearty laugh escape him as he focused all of his attention on her dancing expertise, mouthing along the lyrics as well and adding in a snap of the fingers.<br/>
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Soon enough the poor boy was completely entranced. Watching her dance so care free, showing that relaxed side he just knew she had in her all along, and the smile that went along with it caused a tingling sensation deep within his core, spreading warmth throughout his being. The energy she gave off was simply infectious and more and more he found himself joining in as she sang, mimicking her shoulder movements and letting another hearty laugh escape him as she brought her hands over her chest to form a beating heart. The Hunter leaned back in his seat, mimicking the motion in return before adding his own little air drumming as she started her absolutely electrifying air guitar strumming. The smile hadn't left his face since she had began and he was pretty sure it would end up remaining there for a good while afterwards. Wes couldn't remember the last time he felt this "normal", the warmth of alcohol flowing through his body, melting away his stress and the wide smile on his face, enjoying a simple night out with <i>A Friend.</i><br/>
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When she winded down and bowed Wes stood up immediately from his seat, giving a standing ovation, a loud whistle and a round of applause. Soon enough the other occupants in The Bar joining in and even throwing in a few "Encore" chants for The Green Eyed Beauty who did well by the ancient time honored tradition of The Honky Tonk. Wes liked to believe his rendition of The Pina Colada song was pretty great, legendary and to be written down in The Dive Bar Bible for years to come but there was absolutely no denying that Ava had humbled him, showing him how it was done with passion and grace, and enjoying her reward of a drink well earned as she made her way back to him. <i>"Is <b>that </b>what we were doing now?" </i>He teased at her, it was <b>extremely </b>tempting to have another go at The Dart Board, to keep drunkenly dancing the night away until they were eventually kicked out for overstaying their welcome.  The gears were turning in his head, glancing about for a few moments before giving a small chuckle, smile widening a bit before inhaling deeply. <br/>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">"I'll tell ya what, Ms. Devereux"<br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">In the blink of an eye, Wes leaned downwards and scooped her right up, letting her rest over his shoulder with a gentle grip of his arms around her legs so she wouldn't go flying off from the sudden motion. Maybe it was the last drink that finally inspired such confidence in The Hunter, grinning from ear to ear as he began to carry her over to the far corner of The Establishment. <i>"Figured your poor legs must be tired from all that fancy footwork." </i>He chuckled lightly, finally turning and placing her down to sit on the edge of a Billiard Table that had remained empty for a good while, the wooden borders carved with various names and messages and the bright green in the center long ago faded away from various drinks spilled and countless games played over the years. It provided the perfect height to have them practically face to face as he stood dangerously close in front of her, instead of the teasing little fingertips he brushed over her, his hands instead found themselves resting lightly on both sides of her hips, pulling her forward into him so their bodies finally met eachother after coming so close earlier.<br/>
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"<i>Nice breather from the dancing would be nice. . .cool off a bit, yeah?" </i>Maybe The Hunter didn't know the exact meaning of "cooling off", immediately the feeling of her bodies warmth flowing over him as they met eachother. He gave her a simple half smile, head tilt given as his eyes found hers and he began to take in all of the glorious little details. <i>"Got to thinking a little. I know you're a fantastic shot, and <b>now </b>I know you're a secret dancing machine." </i>He teased, his hands finding themselves sliding from their resting place on her hips to either side of her abdomen, resting just below her ribs. <i>"But I don't really know much else...Think I'd like to change that." </i>He gave a final amused huff. The entirety of the events of that night flashing before his eyes, from her laying their awaiting his arrival in the back of The Rover, to the shock they both shared on their faces upon seeing The Target being real for the first time. The shots that rang out in the woods and their back and forth banter, the kiss that was stolen in The Darkness of The Woods and the color that painted her cheeks after she had dressed his wounds.<br/>
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That smile and the laughter that came from her as The Drinks started flowing, her perfect shot provided with his "assistance" and The Care Free Dancing that provided a welcome change to the usually quiet Dive Bar and it's patrons. Finally arriving back to where they stood now, bodies close, sharing warmth and staring deep into those eyes that he couldn't help but end up getting lost in despite his brain screaming at him to pull back and remain well behaved. The voices of warning were immeditaley extinguished as The Hunter leaned forward, and met his lips with hers for a second time. Unlike the first kiss, rushed in The Heat of The Moment and over far prematurely, this one was accented with a deeper want behind it, pressing in gently and in no rush whatsoever to break it. It was deep. But held a gentleness to it, as if The Hunter was afraid that it would somehow shatter her perfect form like glass and he'd be left with nothing but the shattered pieces in his hands. It was only a few seconds but for The Hunter, time seemed to have stretched on forever. Finally letting his lips leave hers and pulling back, inhaling deeply to catch his breath and eyes opening to meet hers, one hundred percent sure she could probably hear just how loudly his heart was pounding inside his chest. <i>"I'm all ears. . .tell me a bit more?"</i><br/>
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