"Christ, is it that kind of a night?" he laughed. He was never really a fan of being that kind of person on stage, that shitty guy he'd been back in Henrietta. He was good at it, and they both knew he was never going to cross any lines, but that didn't make him like it any more.

"I was thinking," he said, and pulled out his phone to show her the music he had queued, to give her something to pick. "Of all the stage slaps and hair pulling we could probably get up to, you know?"