At least he seemed to be making some attempt to pull in his overexcitedness. It was -- kind of cute, fortunately for him. Marissa shoved her right hand into her pocket out of habit. It wasn't necessarily that she was ashamed of it, she just didn't feel like scaring off one of her first actual normal interactions with other people by flashing him old goldie.
She couldn't help the soft laugh at his words. "I'm a special case, huh? I have a funny feeling that I was just conveniently there." But that was fine, really - she wasn't looking for anything serious. Younger men were good for that, right? Merlin, he looked younger, at least.
"I wasn't," she assured him, glancing to the slowly-emptying foyer. "And yes, I'm ready to go if you are. You'll have to lead the way, of course." Because she certainly didn't know any 'fun' clubs to go to nowadays. She'd never really been a club-goer even a few years ago; pubs had always been more her style.
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