Her lips purse and she sucks at her teeth, regarding him with amusement. The room feels warm and a little fuzzy around the edges, and he keeps making her laugh. She sips at her whiskey, wondering which of them is going to up the ante right out of a joke.
And what would happen if they did.
"You can try," she says in a tone that would be encouraging if her eyes weren't laughing. "But I guarantee you'll get the same response."
Tumbler pressed cool against her mouth for a second, her eyes narrow in mock-thought. "I think I'm going to have to re-assess my original theory that you're not hitting on me. Think you're out of punching range, huh?"
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Date: 2012-03-29 05:30 pm (UTC)And what would happen if they did.
"You can try," she says in a tone that would be encouraging if her eyes weren't laughing. "But I guarantee you'll get the same response."
Tumbler pressed cool against her mouth for a second, her eyes narrow in mock-thought. "I think I'm going to have to re-assess my original theory that you're not hitting on me. Think you're out of punching range, huh?"