JJ slides into the team's booth beside Emily, flushed maybe from the alcohol or maybe from the dancing. "Manning the booth?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
Emily smiles, slides up to give her more space. "Somebody's got to do it – Rossi abandoned his post." She nods toward the bar, where Rossi is ordering two drinks and signing an autograph on a napkin.
JJ laughs and indicates Emily's drink. "Can I get you another one?"
"Are you going to sign my napkin too?"
"Ohh, if only you didn't already have my phone number, that would've been perfect."
Emily falters, a blush rising in her cheeks. If she's honest it's why she's in the booth instead of out there on the dancefloor – once she got her hands on JJ's swaying hips for one dance it became kind of impossible to get her mind back off them. This playful flirtation they've had on and off for a while is increasingly difficult to turn off. She drops her gaze to her drink for a moment and when she looks back at JJ she's smiling, eyes sparkling and head tilted. "Are you flirting with me, Agent Jareau?"
"I'm flirting with you," JJ confirms, leaving Emily blushing and lost for words again. She smiles, squeezes her shoulder as she slides back out of the booth. "I'll get us that drink."