Veronica plump red lips formed a smirk.  “Men like you don't need buttering up.  I've yet to meet a band leader without some hubris to spare.  And only one that didn't want more than just drinks.  Seems his drinking partners had a lot more in common with you than I.  Which was a shame.”<br/><br/>The twirl was unexpected.  Laughing softly in genuine surprise she spun, allowing Vic to lead this particular dance.  Her dress was scandalous by any standard and his hand on her lower back as he dipped her brushed against bare skin, sending delicious shivers through her body.  Rising with a faint flush she only offered a smile to his bold move, letting the hand on her hip remain.<br/><br/>Another man's voice broke through the moment, her green eyes looking past Vic to see a mountain of a man.  A rather interesting looking man.  Even as Vic stated her song choice and she fingered the edge of his vest she let her eyes roam over the...drummer based on the drumsticks in hand.  “You heard correctly.”  Never for a moment did she seem embarrassed at being caught in what could seem a compromising position.  She'd been caught in far worse, as well as far more enjoyable.  The drummer was gone before she could say more, but it wasn't as though she wouldn't get the chance to talk with him later.<br/><br/>Lifting one arm she casually draped it over Vic's shoulder.  “You are a bold one, aren't you?  It has been said, fortune favors the bold.  What are the rules about staff...drinking with one another?”  It was clear she meant more than drinking and likely didn't care about the rules.  Especially when she moved a bit closer, breasts pressing slightly against Vic's chest.