Taking another sip of his drink, Corey felt a little more himself outside of the close confines of the photo booth.  It had been enjoyable in there, there was no doubt about that, but it was also something that was pretty far outside of his normal experiences, let alone his comfort zone.  He didn’t want Avery thinking he was the kind of guy who hit on girls in the club, and then immediately got them into some secluded space so he could manhandle the goods.   Keeping that thought in mind, he made a mental vow to make sure the real him was shown through, not the grabby version.<br/><br/>As Avery laughed at his jokes, and that was a pretty loose definition, and went as far as to call him ‘cute’, Corey felt some of his fears in that regard slip away, and he relaxed even more because of it.  At her question about if he really wanted to know why she was out in the club alone and dressed to the nines, Corey simply nodded, too curious to hear her answer than to risk an interruption.  Of course, Avery’s reply did make sense, even if he didn’t know the context, and leave it to the leggy brunette to somehow make the answer into something flirty enough to tie his stomach into knots.<br/><br/>“Well, there you are in luck, Avery.”  Corey positively beamed.  “You see, I am the absolute tops when it comes to raising spirits.   Near legendary, if I do say so myself.  So you are in very good hands.  Differently than before I mean.”  He continued, and despite his promise to himself from moments ago, he couldn’t help the reference to the booth from slipping out.  “Here, let me give you an example.”  Corey said, this time his own tone a little teasing as he moved around the booth and got closer.<br/><br/>“Now, see some average spirits raiser would ask why your spirits need to be lifted.  Maybe use that as a way to try and seem like a caring and concerned chap just in hopes of getting under your skirt.”  Corey said, his voice lowered into a conspiratorial tone since they were closer now.  “And that’s well and good, but it doesn’t get to the heart of the matter.  So instead, I like to tackle the problem head on.  And as I see it, we have two ready made solutions.  We can go out on the floor and dance your spirits up, or we could flag down the waitress, take some shots, and work them up that way.”  Raising his glass, Corey gave a little toast.  “Ladies choice, of course.”<br/><br/>“Now there is a third option where we do a shot and then go dance, but that is normally reserved for severe cases.”  Corey nodded sagely while he let Avery decide.  There was a fourth option of course, but Corey was hardly the type of guy to suggest the two of them getting out of there and finding a REALLY good way to take Avery’s mind of whatever was troubling her, even if he was thinking it.