i can make the badguys good for a weekend
Charlie flashes him a grin that shows just a hint of fang, all bright heat and unapologetic confidence, her head tilting to the side as if she’s genuinely curious rather than teasing him within an inch of his patience. "Is it really that surprising?" she asks lightly, tone airy and amused. Fire licks lazily along her fingertips as she toys with her glass, tracing its rim while the flame curls and retreats in obedient little spirals, more adornment than threat. She hums, thoughtful and pleased, eyes never leaving his as she considers his challenge.
"Oh, I’ve absolutely read up on their pamphlets over the years," Charlie says with a grin, shoulders lifting in a small, exaggerated shrug. "Very informative. Lots of rules for some of them. I've even worshipped with their followers a time or two." Her nose wrinkles prettily a second later, the expression exaggerated and playful. "And while lakes can be lovely and I've definitely had my share of fun with them—" Her smile shifts then, sharpening into something knowingly wicked as she leans forward just enough for the firelight to dance across her features. "There’s just something about the ocean," she continues, voice lowering into a rich, coaxing and indulgent purr, "that nothing else can compare to. The depth. The pull. The way it doesn’t ask permission before it drags you under and teaches you how to sink or swim."
One brow arches, blue eyes gleaming as her tail gives another lazy, suggestive sweep beneath the table, all implication and invitation. "Surely," she adds sweetly, "a man like you can agree with that."
"Oh, I’ve absolutely read up on their pamphlets over the years," Charlie says with a grin, shoulders lifting in a small, exaggerated shrug. "Very informative. Lots of rules for some of them. I've even worshipped with their followers a time or two." Her nose wrinkles prettily a second later, the expression exaggerated and playful. "And while lakes can be lovely and I've definitely had my share of fun with them—" Her smile shifts then, sharpening into something knowingly wicked as she leans forward just enough for the firelight to dance across her features. "There’s just something about the ocean," she continues, voice lowering into a rich, coaxing and indulgent purr, "that nothing else can compare to. The depth. The pull. The way it doesn’t ask permission before it drags you under and teaches you how to sink or swim."
One brow arches, blue eyes gleaming as her tail gives another lazy, suggestive sweep beneath the table, all implication and invitation. "Surely," she adds sweetly, "a man like you can agree with that."
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Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
