Bastien smiled into the kiss, hoped it would be the first of many such moments. Had it always been such a simple pleasure just to be near someone? Not for the anticipation of sex or any other promise but just for their presence? How had he not noticed this before with anyone else? Was Rexanna truly special? As she stood for the wine he moved to sit on the couch, smiled after her with a dreamy look in his eyes.
"I am always ready to celebrate, Rexanna. Especially when there is such a thing to be grateful for as our new chapter. Though usually when I drink wine, I do it in a glass." He winked, reached behind the couch and to a box behind him where seemingly randomly, he brought out two glasses (it was random. Bastien's tidying tended to be 'I know where it is'-based, didn't follow a lot of rules) and held them out for her to pour into.
Once she had he passed one glass to her then knocked them together ("To new beginnings"), taking a large drink from his own. "Ah. It tastes...less real, somehow. Than before. But still good enough." And in the moment, it was.
"I am always ready to celebrate, Rexanna. Especially when there is such a thing to be grateful for as our new chapter. Though usually when I drink wine, I do it in a glass." He winked, reached behind the couch and to a box behind him where seemingly randomly, he brought out two glasses (it was random. Bastien's tidying tended to be 'I know where it is'-based, didn't follow a lot of rules) and held them out for her to pour into.
Once she had he passed one glass to her then knocked them together ("To new beginnings"), taking a large drink from his own. "Ah. It tastes...less real, somehow. Than before. But still good enough." And in the moment, it was.
Bastien
With a flash of the ankle, snarl of the lip
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
