When she gets up to leave, he can't help but watch her, biting his lip. No! He's being a good boy. Or that's what he tells himself but then again he tells himself that right before he punches someone too. And she's here to be ogled, right? Like, she wants this? Or at least is okay with it? He runs a hand through his hair, waiting for her to return. When she does, he takes the cup from her, taking a drink as she sits.
It tastes pretty good. Not worth the price but it's fine. Then again things are rarely worth the price when most things are free. "Our port indeed. Been here since I was a little one." He leans on his hand, looking her over again, noting the choker and the shade of her lips. "What about you? Don't quite look like you're from around here." No name for her, not yet. Maybe she should ask. Or maybe they'll just keep this.. business casual.
It tastes pretty good. Not worth the price but it's fine. Then again things are rarely worth the price when most things are free. "Our port indeed. Been here since I was a little one." He leans on his hand, looking her over again, noting the choker and the shade of her lips. "What about you? Don't quite look like you're from around here." No name for her, not yet. Maybe she should ask. Or maybe they'll just keep this.. business casual.
