zephyr
His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly
"We both know she likes me better." You lean back in your chair with an unbothered shrug, letting your arms drape over the back. There's the ghost of a grin just outside of reach, the crows feet around your eyes deepening by a hair.
A chorus of cracks pop into the air as your head rolls on your neck. Straightening again, you raise a brow. "Nah, think I'll stick with yers. I've finally gotten used t'the stink." Again your shoulders roll in a shrug, muscular beneath your shirt.
Before the pup has a chance to retort you take a slow pull of your rum, holding up a finger in an attempt to keep him quiet should he try to interrupt. When you're finally done you set the glass down with a solid think and a satisfied ahh that the swill in no way deserves.
A chorus of cracks pop into the air as your head rolls on your neck. Straightening again, you raise a brow. "Nah, think I'll stick with yers. I've finally gotten used t'the stink." Again your shoulders roll in a shrug, muscular beneath your shirt.
Before the pup has a chance to retort you take a slow pull of your rum, holding up a finger in an attempt to keep him quiet should he try to interrupt. When you're finally done you set the glass down with a solid think and a satisfied ahh that the swill in no way deserves.
Past the wondering eyes
of the ones that were left behind
of the ones that were left behind
