The smile made her squirm a little as she stood there, but it wasn't necessarily an unpleasant squirm. She knew what men were looking at when they spoke to her, or at least what a certain type of man was looking at, but Irish wasn't giving off a skeevy vibe. If anything, he reminded her of Whistler, minus the hat. Companionable, but not presumptuous.
Her posture loosened up a little more. She began to pick at the label of her beer bottle, peeling it off in strips. "So you're not here to jump right into the ring and you can't see a joint like this as a pick-up scene." The vampire's head tipped to the left. The blue streaks in her hair had faded. She was going to have to go back to the salon and get them retouched.
"C'mon, you can tell me. What am I gonna do, tell on you?"
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Re: Searching for answers
on 2013-11-23 11:11 pm (UTC)Her posture loosened up a little more. She began to pick at the label of her beer bottle, peeling it off in strips. "So you're not here to jump right into the ring and you can't see a joint like this as a pick-up scene." The vampire's head tipped to the left. The blue streaks in her hair had faded. She was going to have to go back to the salon and get them retouched.
"C'mon, you can tell me. What am I gonna do, tell on you?"