#convo.grant

grant had officially reached the point in the night where he was leaning against the bar pretending he wasn't enjoying himself while very obviously enjoying himself. somebody near the stage had just attempted whitney houston with the confidence of a man who'd never been told no in his life. the entire bar was losing its mind over it. grant laughed into his whiskey before glancing toward the person beside him. "see, this is exactly why karaoke's dangerous," he said, voice rough with amusement. "couple drinks in and suddenly everybody thinks they got a record deal."

grant had been doing a decent job avoiding memories tonight right up until he spotted samira across the bar. funny how some people could still knock the air outta you without even trying. leaning back against the bar with a whiskey in hand, his eyes followed her before a slow grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. "well," he drawled once she got close enough. "there's the woman responsible for at least three bad decisions and half an album. please tell me you're not gettin' up there tonight," he added. "i got enough emotional trauma tied to you already, darlin'."