[Poggio]

The first song was one he enjoyed and it was slow enough that Ambrosia could keep up with the basic steps. Feeling cocky he picked something with a faster beat for the next round by the last song he watched as the other could not handle the simple cow girl tune and his ass landed on one of the brightly lit arrows. Landing he offered the other a hand up as he pointed his fingers in the shape of a gun and kissed the frazzled red head.