praying for love in a lap-dance

"Hmm," she circled him a bit, pondering. Nicknames were serious business in her book, not to be given unless they were earned. She supposed in this instance though she could throw him a bone. He was a cocky one, it seemed, so she decided to have a bit of fun here. "Fluffbutt," she conceded finally, with a serious nod of affirmation.

Vienna might be nonobservant, but she wasn't completely stupid, and his charm was pretty darn obvious. It didn't bother her one bit, though, for it meant there was a level of friendliness to this encounter that normally it took a while to obtain. She already felt like she could joke with him, a result she could definitely live with. Besides, he was probably just one of those boys who didn't have any other manner of interacting besides flirtation.... she'd met a few of those.