and it burns like a gin and i like it
Jack's interjection earned an amused snort, for she did have a way with words didn't she. Shit, cloudy, flavorless, her description was an aromatic stew of hot garbage, his point very valid. There was plenty she liked about the grounds, but that was less fun to talk about. To his next comment, there was a moment where she paused, lips parted as she prepared a response but held it.
"Yeah, guess so," she shook her head a bit, bringing the cigarette down and holding it over the rail, gazing out at the dark tarpit of an ocean. "It is now," she said, having come to a conclusion throughout this conversation, and week to be frank, that felt about the one productive thing she'd done.
An invitation, a smile crept over her face as he offered a tour of the dirtier bits of the city. "I'm sure it does," she added with a wry bite to her words. "As soon as this is over I'm going back, but I'll probably make a few trips now and then," she answered, "Where would I find you?" she asked, partly as a challenge, to see if he was serious about it. She enjoyed adventure, even and especially when offered by a shady cigarette dealing man during a night of pure darkness.
"Yeah, guess so," she shook her head a bit, bringing the cigarette down and holding it over the rail, gazing out at the dark tarpit of an ocean. "It is now," she said, having come to a conclusion throughout this conversation, and week to be frank, that felt about the one productive thing she'd done.
An invitation, a smile crept over her face as he offered a tour of the dirtier bits of the city. "I'm sure it does," she added with a wry bite to her words. "As soon as this is over I'm going back, but I'll probably make a few trips now and then," she answered, "Where would I find you?" she asked, partly as a challenge, to see if he was serious about it. She enjoyed adventure, even and especially when offered by a shady cigarette dealing man during a night of pure darkness.
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
AISHA
