“Maybe I like the view from down here— ever think of that?”
His chin fits itself to the slope of Ellis’ thigh without pause for either courtesy or consideration. A cat, sprawling itself in odd shapes to lounge wherever it pleases, no matter how uncomfortable it finds itself for it.
The cup he takes with his spare hand, sipping from it precisely where he rests.
“Hand on a handsome not-stranger, a good vintage to drain while I wait for him to tire, all in all it’s not the worst evening I’ve had.” His lips purse, he’s clearly thinking back on something. “Not by a long shot.”
But that aside:
“Nothing for you, though? Cross my heart, I’m not about to tattle on you for having a sip or two on the job any more than I would for our little stroll through Darktown.”
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His chin fits itself to the slope of Ellis’ thigh without pause for either courtesy or consideration. A cat, sprawling itself in odd shapes to lounge wherever it pleases, no matter how uncomfortable it finds itself for it.
The cup he takes with his spare hand, sipping from it precisely where he rests.
“Hand on a handsome not-stranger, a good vintage to drain while I wait for him to tire, all in all it’s not the worst evening I’ve had.” His lips purse, he’s clearly thinking back on something. “Not by a long shot.”
But that aside:
“Nothing for you, though? Cross my heart, I’m not about to tattle on you for having a sip or two on the job any more than I would for our little stroll through Darktown.”