enemies to lovers, but you'll never own my heart
Snorting, because Thal’s absolutely right. She hadn’t said it would be fair. So rather than argue a moot point, the young attuned tilts her head a little as she regards the bet, offering her own shitty cop out version to start with even if she snickers to see the exasperated glance. It’s a good thing she’s got her backup ready to go, especially as she sees Thal’s eyes drift toward the man in question.
Spinning her mojito slightly, she crosses one leg elegantly over the other as she swivels a touch in the barstool to turn toward Thalassa. “A drink t’start I think.” Maybe the stakes could be upped from then, but Caly isn’t stupid. She isn’t going to offer anything on the start of a bet that could ruin her. A drink was easy. It was precisely the kind of thing that she wouldn’t mind losing if she did.
Raising her mojito toward Thal, she lets her decide whether or not to accept the stakes, held just aloft enough for her to clink her glass against if she found them appealing.
Spinning her mojito slightly, she crosses one leg elegantly over the other as she swivels a touch in the barstool to turn toward Thalassa. “A drink t’start I think.” Maybe the stakes could be upped from then, but Caly isn’t stupid. She isn’t going to offer anything on the start of a bet that could ruin her. A drink was easy. It was precisely the kind of thing that she wouldn’t mind losing if she did.
Raising her mojito toward Thal, she lets her decide whether or not to accept the stakes, held just aloft enough for her to clink her glass against if she found them appealing.
Calypso
one-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart
