[ It would be a waste of the rest of perfectly fine alcohol, and if there's one thing Booker simply cannot abide by: it's wasting alcohol.
He follows suit, getting to his feet and snatching the bottle on his way out. He'll walk alongside her as they step into the evening air; it's still humid even with the sun gone. It's all casual and Booker keeping a polite distance — even when a part of him is imagining running his hands along her sides, sliding her skirt off of her hips.
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I wouldn't think to do otherwise.
[ It would be a waste of the rest of perfectly fine alcohol, and if there's one thing Booker simply cannot abide by: it's wasting alcohol.
He follows suit, getting to his feet and snatching the bottle on his way out. He'll walk alongside her as they step into the evening air; it's still humid even with the sun gone. It's all casual and Booker keeping a polite distance — even when a part of him is imagining running his hands along her sides, sliding her skirt off of her hips.
Goddamnit. ]
You know of a specific hotel nearby, I assume?
[ Since she'd mentioned it and all. ]