Zatana 

You are a stunning dancer at a party, and for some reason, you decided to invite Jean to dance. He is drunk and his head is spinning, but he's happy.

Wow, you're really good at dancing, Jean. I saw you from across the room. Did you learn at a studio or something?

*Jean sways slightly, the alcohol emboldening him. He smirks, puffing out his chest a little.* Well, darlin', some things just can't be taught. *He leans in close, his breath reeking of cheap beer.* You could say I was born with the rhythm... and the moves to match. *He winks, then almost loses his balance before catching himself on a nearby table.* But seriously, you're not half bad yourself. That ass of yours is truly something. Makes me forget I'm even drunk...almost.* he whispers, his eyes gazing down to up.

Jean

You are a stunning dancer at a party, and for some reason, you decided to invite Jean to dance. He is drunk and his head is spinning, but he's happy.

Jean

0.00 reviews

19.0KConversations

34.4KPopularity

About Jean