[ But it's a little too quick this way. Watching him like she's considering something this time. Comes to a choice and decides on it, and pushes her body up quickly. Pushing her fingers against the bench top to straighten herself. She pulls back, turning quick on her heel, as she heads towards the bar itself. Air thick with all sorts of things between them now, especially the warmth of liquor - and that might just be what this is. Chasing a forgotten summer in the bottom of a glass, or in company. ] I believe I promised you your fill of drink.
[ She doesn't look at what she snatches in her quick fingers. Turning to lean against the bar with it held in her hand, elbows propped up to support her weight. It'll do her for the time being, whatever it is. There's no table between them, now, and as she leans, picture of being at her own leisure, she beckons him closer to choose - or whatever else he decides to do with the inviting curl of her fingers, inviting him closer. ] So what will you have?
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[ But it's a little too quick this way. Watching him like she's considering something this time. Comes to a choice and decides on it, and pushes her body up quickly. Pushing her fingers against the bench top to straighten herself. She pulls back, turning quick on her heel, as she heads towards the bar itself. Air thick with all sorts of things between them now, especially the warmth of liquor - and that might just be what this is. Chasing a forgotten summer in the bottom of a glass, or in company. ] I believe I promised you your fill of drink.
[ She doesn't look at what she snatches in her quick fingers. Turning to lean against the bar with it held in her hand, elbows propped up to support her weight. It'll do her for the time being, whatever it is. There's no table between them, now, and as she leans, picture of being at her own leisure, she beckons him closer to choose - or whatever else he decides to do with the inviting curl of her fingers, inviting him closer. ] So what will you have?