<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/VicSmall.png)</div><br/>Victor pretended to look wounded, placing a hand on his chest and gasping, "Miss Bell you wound me! If nobody better shows up. That's not something any man wants to hear. He'd much prefer 'why you're the only one in this entire place that captures my interest' or something of the sort. We're suckers for that kind of buttering up, you know." He grins a little and relaxes, sliding his hands into his pockets. "I don't blame you, though. A woman of your beauty could have any man she wanted. That you'd even entertain the notion of spending a little time with a grubby band leader like me is flattering." The singer winked at her playfully and smiled again.<br/><br/>As she touched his chin he gently took her hand, raised it and gave her a slow twirl, as if they were dancing. They'd already been doing a little bit of verbal dancing anyway, a little flirting back and forth. "So you're saying the only thing stiff out there are the drinks and not the competition?" He playfully dipped Veronica, then straightened up again, settling his other hand on her hip.<br/><br/><em>"Hey Vic! What's Miss Bell's selection for tonight?"</em><br/><br/>Inwardly, Victor cursed at the lousy timing, but he kept his smile in place. The lovely signer's show was about to start soon anyway. He released Veronica and slid his hands back into his pockets, "I believe our scarlet siren has settled on 'Why Don’t You Do Right', if I heard her correctly"