22 April 2012
Andy couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as he watched her dance. He didn't say anything for a few moments. If it wasn't for the bet he'd just made her, there was no way he would be dancing to this. However, he didn't fancy running around in his underwear, as he highly suspected she would make him do if she won. Instead, he put the smirk back onto his face, and grabbed both of her hands, dancing with her and trying to outdo her suductive dancing with his own. He completely ignored the whistling: he got it from fans all the time - although they were more aimed at Seph than him.
With an awkward shrug from her position she thought about it, watching what he was doing with the bottles, "Whatever I feel like, really… Mostly indie stuff… Sandi Thom, Hoosiers, Marcus Bonfanti, and whatever else… Sometimes I just muck about and make up my own stuff though. Never write any of it, just play how I feel at the time…" Giving up on ever getting more beer from her empty bottle, she held it up to him as he succeeded in getting the two to stack, wanting him to try a third, "Just pretty music really…"
WWRY (BVB Fanfic) 116. In His Underwear • Opuss № I