Diana has managed to make it through about half of her glass of wine. Since she's had it for over an hour it's safe to say she is not becoming a lush anytime soon
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Kal smiles. The music's right, and for some reason he likes the band even though most of the modern stuff he hasn't been into. "I'd love to, Diana."
The two take to the floor, Kal taking lead in a near perfect ballroom stance. They move, and although it takes a couple of seconds, he moves with a grace and ease that few see outside of battle.
"Agreed." Kal seemed confused that he hadn't taken his hand yet. "I understand I have you to thank for retrieving me from Times Square. Or at least from telling someone I was there."
Kip swallows hard and nods once, eventually managing quietly, "Was an honor, sir." Then he tells Diana, still subdued as he turns in her direction, "It's nice to hear your voice again, Princess."
He carefully moves forward so he doesn't step on something he can't see, shifting his cane to his left hand to present his right. "Sir, I...it's a real honor to meet you, sir."
Lame. Lame, Kip. Lame. He doesn't even sound like himself.
"Please. I refer to my Pa as 'sir'. I vastly prefer Kal." He returns the handshake. "Diana speaks highly of you. So have many others after your work doing the plague. Would you like something to drink?"
"I'll get it, sir, honestly. But thanks." Kip leans closer to Diana and whispers, "That's really Superman?" A boy with his idol, he is. And yes, he knows Superman is close enough to hear.
The two take to the floor, Kal taking lead in a near perfect ballroom stance. They move, and although it takes a couple of seconds, he moves with a grace and ease that few see outside of battle.
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"Did you wish to dance or shall I take us somewhere to sit?"
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Lame. Lame, Kip. Lame. He doesn't even sound like himself.
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