The crowd outside of Windham is going nuts.
"Hi, yes, thank you," David waves to the fans, very much used to it. Next to him, Catherine is far less used to the commotion, shrinking back from it a bit as things escalate.
"This is crazy," she murmurs quietly. David, gently touching her bare - freckly - arm, hears.
"They love you," he grins.
"They love you, I happen to be here," Catherine mutters, a little less happily.
"Don’t be silly, Cath," David chastises with the cute shortening of her name for good measure. He dips his head down a little, so he can speak next to her ear. "They adore you."
Catherine feels her cheeks flush hotly as David’s lips graze the shell of her ear. She thinks a few fans may have caught it as their screams increase, only making her blush deepen. “Donna is quite popular.”
"I didn’t say Donna," David says strictly, but with a hint of fun, "I said you.”
Catherine tucks her hair back shyly.
In the distance, a ruckus starts. Bodies are crashing against and soon jumping on each other. It seems a fight of some sort has broken out, now just a swirling mass of bodies fighting against the current of the crowd.
"Catherine!" David brings her closer to him, eager to get the shy woman away from such commotion. Once she’s by her side he ushers her to the door. "What’s going on?"
"A fight, I guess," shrugs one of the door monitors.
David pushes Catherine behind him as the crowd swells a little past the barricade and towards them. Once she’s safely protected by his form he glares at the bouncer. “Don’t let it happen again!”
"Sorry, Mister Tennant."
David ignores him, focusing on getting Catherine inside and safe. His hands spread out over her arms, but gently, compared to the anger in him and how he growls. “Are you okay, Catherine?”
"I’m fine," she nods with a tiny voice. She smiles, her lashes fluttering just a little, "thanks to you."
David grins widely, although he feels heat in his cheeks, bunched up as they are from his smile. “Allons-y, then, milady Beatrice.”