Deanna didn't focus on the earrings. Not when she could see the pulse in Holly's neck. That was Vegas. Life, begging to be tasted. Not ten-cent jewelry sold on the Strip.
Also, the plastic dice reminded her of something Daniel would buy, in a pathetic attempt to win over a pretty girl.
"They're... really something," she spoke politely. But they don't really do you justice. Now these." Deanna placed her forefinger and thumb on the clasp of her left pearl earring, removing it, then the other. She held both in her palm, outstretched. "These are more you."
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on 2013-08-25 02:01 am (UTC)Also, the plastic dice reminded her of something Daniel would buy, in a pathetic attempt to win over a pretty girl.
"They're... really something," she spoke politely. But they don't really do you justice. Now these." Deanna placed her forefinger and thumb on the clasp of her left pearl earring, removing it, then the other. She held both in her palm, outstretched. "These are more you."