even if i lost the fight
Aisha had wanted the whiskey of course, but a big part of her just wanted to show off. The leopard loved to bask, whether that be in sunlight, starlight, or the bright light of admiration. She might've taken her time, if not for the slight chuckle and near nod she'd earned. Instead she simply purred, melting into the attention with an ever present smirk. The man obliged her, pouring some more before stashing the bottle below.
She snatched her glass but didn't drink yet, instead holding it on the table top with one hand and resting her chin on her fist with the other. Catlike gaze followed the movement of his arm as he turned it this way and that, inspecting the way the stars turned and formed constellations in their wake. He eyes flicked lazily back to his when he spoke again, offering his name before drinking from his own honeyed glass.
"Aisha," she replied, leaning forward and lifting her own glass to her lips. "Where better to meet, starboy?" she said with a playful grin, before taking a sip of whiskey.
She snatched her glass but didn't drink yet, instead holding it on the table top with one hand and resting her chin on her fist with the other. Catlike gaze followed the movement of his arm as he turned it this way and that, inspecting the way the stars turned and formed constellations in their wake. He eyes flicked lazily back to his when he spoke again, offering his name before drinking from his own honeyed glass.
"Aisha," she replied, leaning forward and lifting her own glass to her lips. "Where better to meet, starboy?" she said with a playful grin, before taking a sip of whiskey.
you should've seen the other guy
AISHA
