Oh, darling, if I ever cross your mind
“Why? ‘Cause my name’s Thorn?” He trills back at her with a grin as he steps toward the porch – slipping through the front door and snagging the pack of cigarettes, lifting it to his lips and fishing around in his pocket for a lighter. Finding one, it takes him only a few seconds to get the stick lit, dragging in a deep breath of smoke and amusement as he puts his seafoam gaze back on the Accepted.
Exhaling the breath with a soft chuckle, he leans against the banister of her porch, crossing his arms. “’Sides, it’s easy to work an’ flaunt for the House. I just gotta flirt and meet people. It’s real easy.” It wasn’t like he’d be stealing visitors away for a quick fuck just to promote the house. It was all marketing – making him look available (which he is) and bookable, all super easy manageable things.
“Client – House relations, I think’s what the Flood called it. Easiest part’ve the job. So I do get to enjoy the fair, too, don’t worry.” He drawls through another cloud of smoke. “You said you were doin’ pony rides or somethin’?”
Exhaling the breath with a soft chuckle, he leans against the banister of her porch, crossing his arms. “’Sides, it’s easy to work an’ flaunt for the House. I just gotta flirt and meet people. It’s real easy.” It wasn’t like he’d be stealing visitors away for a quick fuck just to promote the house. It was all marketing – making him look available (which he is) and bookable, all super easy manageable things.
“Client – House relations, I think’s what the Flood called it. Easiest part’ve the job. So I do get to enjoy the fair, too, don’t worry.” He drawls through another cloud of smoke. “You said you were doin’ pony rides or somethin’?”
Hawthorn
Won't you let me know?
