This is close enough for Gary's purposes. He straightens and preens a bit under Rochelle's reassuring hand, but makes the wise decision not to push his luck too much again. Rochelle is nice! And pretty! And reasonably tolerant of him! All fantastic reasons not to drive her off with a mistimed joke.
They can, instead, talk about whatever the hell a 'rickroll' is. "Uh...I was born in '88. Does that count?" Gary says, quirking an eyebrow. He's fairly sure it doesn't, so he continues on anyways. "--I heard it on the radio around here a couple of times. It's okay! But I thought it would sound great with a little, you know...pop!"
For emphasis, Gary plants his feet and gives an exaggerated, rolling thrust of his hips. Somewhere in the background, several preteen girls shriek in unison.
"Seems to have worked, I think! My sponsor told me it's my best-selling single!"
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They can, instead, talk about whatever the hell a 'rickroll' is. "Uh...I was born in '88. Does that count?" Gary says, quirking an eyebrow. He's fairly sure it doesn't, so he continues on anyways. "--I heard it on the radio around here a couple of times. It's okay! But I thought it would sound great with a little, you know...pop!"
For emphasis, Gary plants his feet and gives an exaggerated, rolling thrust of his hips. Somewhere in the background, several preteen girls shriek in unison.
"Seems to have worked, I think! My sponsor told me it's my best-selling single!"