[New Appaloosa]
Lucky staggers and sags slightly as Gwendolyn leans her weight on him, but he manages to stay standing. "Bah. I can... totally... sweep you off yer..... uh.... paws," he murmurs, reaching up with his free hoof to adjust his crooked hat. "You wanna... do a swing... swingin' fast dance... or... a close, slow dance?" he asks, his unfocused eyes apparently looking through Gwendolyn. "Actually... Bright Eyes... can pick."
He turns to Bright Eyes. "Play us a... tune of yer choice... darlin'."
[Tag: Purity]