[ It's hard to imagine that there will actually be a next time. Snake doesn't suspect that many planets they end up on are going to have the opportunity for them to dance, nor is it likely that he'll be in the mood even if that were to happen. It really is a once-in-a-lifetime sort of opportunity, which means they may as well enjoy it while it lasts. If they do somehow end up dancing again, though, Snake wouldn't want Angela to wear heels that were too tall for her to move around in safely. He doesn't actually voice that, though, figuring that it's a moot point.
If the bar is set low for both of them, then that means that there doesn't need to be any worrying over skill level. If Snake can get through this dance without bumping into someone or stumbling over his own feet, then he'll be happy. Of course, as usual, he doesn't give himself enough credit. While he doesn't have much in the way of rhythm, he enjoys music enough to get into it -- and his coordination means that he should get through the entire dance smoothly.
It's Angela's waist that's in Snake's capable hands right now, his rough fingers on the smooth bare skin of her back. She doesn't seem to mind, at least, so while Snake doesn't move his hands much, he doesn't pull them away either. It's surprisingly easy to use Angela as an anchor as they begin to move onto the dance floor as opposed to remaining on the fringes of it.
The music starts to pick up and some of the dancers change their steps accordingly. Snake watches them subtly, looking for direction wherever he can find it, before returning his attention to Angela once more. ]
I think you're too lenient of a judge, but... if you say so.
[ A pause, and then he raises an eyebrow at her. ] Is this the part where I spin you?
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If the bar is set low for both of them, then that means that there doesn't need to be any worrying over skill level. If Snake can get through this dance without bumping into someone or stumbling over his own feet, then he'll be happy. Of course, as usual, he doesn't give himself enough credit. While he doesn't have much in the way of rhythm, he enjoys music enough to get into it -- and his coordination means that he should get through the entire dance smoothly.
It's Angela's waist that's in Snake's capable hands right now, his rough fingers on the smooth bare skin of her back. She doesn't seem to mind, at least, so while Snake doesn't move his hands much, he doesn't pull them away either. It's surprisingly easy to use Angela as an anchor as they begin to move onto the dance floor as opposed to remaining on the fringes of it.
The music starts to pick up and some of the dancers change their steps accordingly. Snake watches them subtly, looking for direction wherever he can find it, before returning his attention to Angela once more. ]
I think you're too lenient of a judge, but... if you say so.
[ A pause, and then he raises an eyebrow at her. ] Is this the part where I spin you?