Naseem might be a peacock of a man, but he at least never pretended to be anything else; At the praise and attention for the outfit, he positively preened, all multi-coloured dazzling grins and falsely demure eyelash batting. “And yet, somehow, I look even better out of them, would you believe it,” she batted back without missing a beat. “Guess you’ll just have to try them on. And I shall be, ever so cruelly, forced to take things off. If we can find us a bottle of something, we could even make a game of poker of it; pretend the inevitable is out of our hands.”
She didn’t miss the eye flashing passed between [Flora] and [Jack]. It was very inspiring, in fact. How to get in the middle of that…? Or on either side, she wasn’t fussy. And perhaps luck was at long and dear last back on her side, if the way she was being looked at was any measure to go by.
The brief stint as a nude model was worth it for more than the coin and the wine; she posed her best poses, tilted and tipped this and that, all whilst keeping her steady attention on Flora. Naseem got the distinct impression that if he could wrap Flora into something, Jack would follow suit, this blonde angel’s dark-eyed shadow. Yum. Naseem loved Torchline.
Before she could answer Flora’s prying, Jack interrupted with a most promising answer. Naseem gave him a long, appetite-laden smile. Yes, she quite suspected The Hanged Man was for the scar-kissed stranger’s kind of people. “We’ve come to precisely the right place then,” she answered levelly. “If there’s more where you two came from.”
She didn’t miss the eye flashing passed between [Flora] and [Jack]. It was very inspiring, in fact. How to get in the middle of that…? Or on either side, she wasn’t fussy. And perhaps luck was at long and dear last back on her side, if the way she was being looked at was any measure to go by.
The brief stint as a nude model was worth it for more than the coin and the wine; she posed her best poses, tilted and tipped this and that, all whilst keeping her steady attention on Flora. Naseem got the distinct impression that if he could wrap Flora into something, Jack would follow suit, this blonde angel’s dark-eyed shadow. Yum. Naseem loved Torchline.
Before she could answer Flora’s prying, Jack interrupted with a most promising answer. Naseem gave him a long, appetite-laden smile. Yes, she quite suspected The Hanged Man was for the scar-kissed stranger’s kind of people. “We’ve come to precisely the right place then,” she answered levelly. “If there’s more where you two came from.”
