|
|
Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 19:01:00 GMT -5
He smiled, but blushed a little, too. "Well, glad I could help," he muttered, shrugging.
|
|
|
|
Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 19:02:21 GMT -5
She watched him a minute, chewing the inside of her lip, then smiled. "You ready to get out of here? I could use a cigarette. And maybe another kiss or two."
|
|
|
|
Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 19:05:20 GMT -5
Without another word, he stood up, throwing his money on the table and fishing a couple cigarettes out of his pocket.
|
|
|
|
Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 19:06:46 GMT -5
She actually laughed a little, putting her own money down, and sliding out the booth. She bumped her arm against his playfully as they headed out and back towards home.
|
|
|
|
Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 19:10:45 GMT -5
He handed her his spare cigarette, striking a match against the wall and lighting his own before holding it out for her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 19:49:33 GMT -5
She took it gratefully, taking a slow drag as they walked home. "Thanks. I owe you one."
|
|
|
|
Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 20:05:12 GMT -5
He nodded as he blew out the smoke in front of him, loving how warm it made him feel in the cold night air.
|
|
|
|
Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 20:09:04 GMT -5
She shivered a little, realizing how cool it had gotten. "I think it's officially fall."
|
|
|
|
Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 20:13:43 GMT -5
"Has been for over a month now, Script," he pointed out, letting out a laugh. She was probably too wrapped up in her romance with The Refuge Kid to notice... But he wasn't jealous, of course. They were friends, and that's the way he wanted it.
|
|
|
|
Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 20:31:01 GMT -5
She blushed, lifting a shoulder as she took another drag. "Well, I got out of the Refuge a week ago. Guess I didn't notice."
|
|
|
|
Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 20:35:21 GMT -5
Skittery stopped walking, his body completely frozen. "Excuse?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 20:38:03 GMT -5
She glanced up at him, blushing a deeper red. She let out a stream of smoke, stopping and facing him. "Yeah, uh, Goblin had this stupid plan and...well, long story short, we got arrested. Spent two weeks in the Refuge." And a traumatizing 24 hours in a brothel, but we won't go there. "We broke up the night we got out."
|
|
|
|
Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 20:41:31 GMT -5
"What the fuck?" He still hadn't moved; he was too busy processing what he'd just heard. What she'd just said. "Your boyfriend got you into the refuge on purpose?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 20:44:03 GMT -5
"Well, when you put it like that..." She bit her lip, frowning at the ground as she ashed her cigarette.
|
|
|
|
Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 20:53:52 GMT -5
He put his cigarette in his mouth, letting it dangle there as he ran his hands through his hair. "That's messed up," he muttered, hopefully just to himself. He didn't want to hurt the girl; she was obviously still really hurt over this break-up, and he didn't want to be insensitive.
|
|
