[ all she sees is the corner of the man's mouth twitch before she's pivoted away, facing their little table and bottle of whiskey once more. speaking of whiskey, that slight stumble had the sobering effect of dulling the adrenaline that had been pulsing in her ears like the beat of a drum, so she finds herself chasing another taste with a drawn out suck of her lower lip... or so she tells herself as she does it while glancing back to meet his eyes. ]
Great.
[ she does feel great, even if they're no longer dancing, even if the music has faded slightly, blocked by the large, solid body she is suddenly very acutely aware of being so close to hers.
she swallows suddenly, and she realizes just how dry her mouth has gotten. her mind scrambles for something, anything to say, which is strange all on its own when silence has never been an issue with him. ]
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Great.
[ she does feel great, even if they're no longer dancing, even if the music has faded slightly, blocked by the large, solid body she is suddenly very acutely aware of being so close to hers.
she swallows suddenly, and she realizes just how dry her mouth has gotten. her mind scrambles for something, anything to say, which is strange all on its own when silence has never been an issue with him. ]
I think I made a friend.