[ there's something strangely adorable about him laughing in between her legs. that momentary sobriety hits, a pang of guilt moving over her before the drunken numbness sinks back in. she'll feel that one later. maybe.
when he moves from her she leans forward, both hands clutching the edge of the bench. half-lidded eyes watch him fumble around for his wallet, thinking of nothing else but for him to hurry it up. ]
Come on, loverboy.
[ a drunken slur of words that were attempted to sound sexy. did she manage it? ]
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when he moves from her she leans forward, both hands clutching the edge of the bench. half-lidded eyes watch him fumble around for his wallet, thinking of nothing else but for him to hurry it up. ]
Come on, loverboy.
[ a drunken slur of words that were attempted to sound sexy. did she manage it? ]