[ This time, having seen what was coming, she was more than ready to give and receive. Drake doesn't have to worry about staying on his tippey-flippys, because Morgana's taking initiative enough to dip him low for this smooch. Mmmm, this was the best plan ever, whatever it was!
Until someone very loudly clears their throat.
"This a dance floor, not a make-out floor, Lady McCawber!" snaps one of the nearby guests, now having stormed over, arms crossed and glaring hotly.
Morgana jerks, dropping Drake like a hot potato. Oh, right. The actual plan. The original one. To get everyone's attention on Darkwing so she could split.
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Until someone very loudly clears their throat.
"This a dance floor, not a make-out floor, Lady McCawber!" snaps one of the nearby guests, now having stormed over, arms crossed and glaring hotly.
Morgana jerks, dropping Drake like a hot potato. Oh, right. The actual plan. The original one. To get everyone's attention on Darkwing so she could split.
"And who is this... uncouth ruffian?" ]
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