"Good. Because I got these too." The sand in front of his towel makes an excellent coaster for his drink; he makes a little bit of a show of sliding his hand slowly over his stomach and waist, dipping into his hip pocket for a little bag of exquisitely wrapped nut-and-chocolate treats. They'll probably go quickly in this heat, although they're supposed to be melt-free.
If they're not, that'd be a shame. He'd just have to help get extra chocolate off Faye.
In an odd way, this reminds him of the way life used to be in the days before he was silly enough to join the Army -- talk about life-changing mistakes -- when there was nothing to do but flirt and enjoy things. Flirtation's one set of skills, seduction is a second, and following through is a third. They're all things he's been accused of being pretty good at over the years.
He hands Faye the candy and reaches for his drink, and as he does, he notices his arm is actually a little bit tan. This is far from the first time he's wanted to shout out what the hell, death? What is this nonsense? Everything still works and I don't believe in you any more.
For Faye, though, he smiles. "I guess we're going to have to expand our world view being here." Raising his glass to hers, he toasts. "To the prettiest girl on the planet, from the prettiest boy." That not only makes him laugh aloud: it also fills him with a surge of protectiveness and possession. No one else gets to muscle in on what they have. Not here, not back and the bar, and not anywhere in between. "You still want to go to the casino later?"
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Date: 2008-04-23 04:22 pm (UTC)If they're not, that'd be a shame. He'd just have to help get extra chocolate off Faye.
In an odd way, this reminds him of the way life used to be in the days before he was silly enough to join the Army -- talk about life-changing mistakes -- when there was nothing to do but flirt and enjoy things. Flirtation's one set of skills, seduction is a second, and following through is a third. They're all things he's been accused of being pretty good at over the years.
He hands Faye the candy and reaches for his drink, and as he does, he notices his arm is actually a little bit tan. This is far from the first time he's wanted to shout out what the hell, death? What is this nonsense? Everything still works and I don't believe in you any more.
For Faye, though, he smiles. "I guess we're going to have to expand our world view being here." Raising his glass to hers, he toasts. "To the prettiest girl on the planet, from the prettiest boy." That not only makes him laugh aloud: it also fills him with a surge of protectiveness and possession. No one else gets to muscle in on what they have. Not here, not back and the bar, and not anywhere in between. "You still want to go to the casino later?"