chuckles

my family is fairly open-minded, besides...they have seen me in skimpier outfits during fashion shows anyway

Hmm wrong room

*smiling your way when I hear the door*

humming to myself as i clear up, knowing she won;t be here, but wanting to keep the place tidy for her.

Main House
He nods along to your words, the reference to ice cream and El Chapo causing his lip to curl and teeth to peek out in a grin.

"Aight. Well, load up on an assortment of goodies, and I guess when he asks for the going rate on anything but the yak I'll just give him the 'go away' price, feelme?"

Seemed easy enough. Cocaine they could do, but if the guy was asking for Fent or Heroin, EƎ wasn't the place to get it.

The way you gaze fell off of him was supposed to make him feel good, wasn't it?

It was supposed to make him feel like he'd gotten a leg up. Like he'd excelled at this societal reintroduction to Free Love, and he'd just been an active participant in the relationship.

So why does he not feel so good, seeing you down, like this? Like this is a problem?

"First off, She...

I mean, I don't think she anti-vaxx... Also like, she...'s like super chill and shit. Kinda Earth-mother gaia-type chick.

She cute. Nothin'... Nothin's happened, yet... I'm just sayin'...

Should I cease contact with her?"

At least if he picked up the phone, they weren't in the bedroom this time.

That's called progress.

me? I got no plans today sadly.. you dress like that for a family gathering? how do you dress when you want to impress?

*grins widely*

oh nothing to special...just a small gathering with my family this afternoon.

how about you?

are you planning to go somewhere nice and sunny?

*eyes glance down to the shorts and I wonder if it's even possible to wear anything under them*

smiles again

hello...and thank you, that's very kind of you to say

*smiling back as I cross the room to the bar... eyes never leaving you as I lean on the wooden top next to your seat*

hey, you look spectacular

reclaims my seat at the bar and sees the man enter the lounge, sending a friendly smile

*eyes widen as I see you in that outfit*

oh my god...

*wandering in*

returns to the lounge unable to sleep and decided to change into my outfit for the holiday

Main House
"That's what I'm saying — if he's fishing for information I need to make sure he knows I'm not Baskin' fuckin' Robins thirty-one flavors of dope got him standing by the sneeze-guard passing him nine different sampling spoons. I'm not El Chapo."

Her eyes drifted from you and back to the nothing, her fingertip fidgeting anxiously with the tab on the can.

"…if it were just a matter of volume he'd just order more coke. Maybe he's fickle, or maybe he's accounting for saturation, or covering a different userbase. My read is I don't know, so until I do I gotta guard against the worst case scenario."

Back to you. Back to your face, to what she believed was her catching you finally considering the face-down device.
That she closed the door for the fact that you were literally texting some other woman while you were in bed with her, but she wouldn't know that you saw it differently.

It's a shame Holly kept her mouth shut about it, it was almost like she knew one thing that was guaranteed to make a man apoplectic was to accuse him of mansplaining something.

The pale of her gaze sunk, as if weighsome, until her focus lost its grip on your eyes, tumbled down your cheeks, grasped with futility at your lips, and then crashed into the islandtop by your plate.

"Oh yeah? Anti-Vax Wiccan Shaman Barbie a real sweetie?"

Pool

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