[ now this is a guy who really speaks to her on a deep, personal level — and not just because both of them are covered in ink, half of hers clearly the stick-and-poke kind as well as more professionally-done tats. but she recognizes the type, enough signs that he's been in somewhere to where she feels like she's met a real kindred spirit of sorts. a potential bosom buddy. ]
You know, what you're havin' there looks pretty yummy.
[ she leans forward, dark lips peeling back to reveal the whites of her teeth, maybe even imitiating the casual nature of his posture as she braces her elbow on the bartop. he's close enough for her to reach out with her other hand so that she can trail fingertips against the sweating length of the glass he's drinking out of.
even in here, it feels like there's no full respite from the humidity, everything just this side of hotter. everything dripping. ]
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You know, what you're havin' there looks pretty yummy.
[ she leans forward, dark lips peeling back to reveal the whites of her teeth, maybe even imitiating the casual nature of his posture as she braces her elbow on the bartop. he's close enough for her to reach out with her other hand so that she can trail fingertips against the sweating length of the glass he's drinking out of.
even in here, it feels like there's no full respite from the humidity, everything just this side of hotter. everything dripping. ]
Lemme guess: rum?