#fletcherkingston

"Maybe he’s trying the platonic thing on for size. Either that, or he knows his own track record and wants to spare some feelings."

"Ship is a strong word, my friend, but in a way, I guess you could say that I ship Fletcher with everyone. How could you not?”

"I’m assuming that by ‘her’ you mean a certain Floridian dancer? Fear not, ‘nonnie. If things go awry, Mr. Kingston’s got plenty of shoulders available to cry on. And after all — misery loves company."

"You know what? I’m gonna go with Vickie and Rhys, and Fletcher and Lux. But what about you, ‘nonnie? Who are you just dying to see seal the deal?"

"Well, you know what they say — don’t hate the player, hate the game. Though I’m sure Miss Rutherford would be pleased to hear that somebody is in her corner, for once. Let’s see if their little flirtation blossoms into something more, or if this oh-so-charming casino man ends up dropping her like a hot potato for the next hottest thing to come around. My advice to our tiny dancer? Don’t get too attached."

"Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m not under the impression that Mr Kingston is the dating type. Though I can’t help but wonder if his conquests are aware of this.”