Mingling, sure. [ She doesn't sound like she believes him, but it's a mild retort. Her nails click against the bar in arrhythmic taps, like punctuation without a paragraph to break apart. She doesn't know what answer to give. She's a little too inebriated for this kind of questioning, but not drunk enough for this kind of torture. There are too many easy truths that linger on her tongue that she can't put into the air.
Her focus gets pulled to the motion of his hand, and the clean line of his shaved jaw, before her gaze drifts back up to meet his. ]
... I pay attention, [ she decides, still unable to keep herself from soaking up the details of his appearance — the differences, the similarities, and trying not to think about how long it's been since her and her Jaime went even two full days without talking.
She can feel the little vibration when her drink is placed in front of her, but she still can't look away. ] And I have a good eye. And there are only so many imPorts who aren't paper-white.
[ One constant through all dimensions: the Porter is always a little bit racist. ]
Anyway, I wasn't talking about tabloids. It's not like you care about that kind of stuff anyway, right? I meant your friends at home.
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Her focus gets pulled to the motion of his hand, and the clean line of his shaved jaw, before her gaze drifts back up to meet his. ]
... I pay attention, [ she decides, still unable to keep herself from soaking up the details of his appearance — the differences, the similarities, and trying not to think about how long it's been since her and her Jaime went even two full days without talking.
She can feel the little vibration when her drink is placed in front of her, but she still can't look away. ] And I have a good eye. And there are only so many imPorts who aren't paper-white.
[ One constant through all dimensions: the Porter is always a little bit racist. ]
Anyway, I wasn't talking about tabloids. It's not like you care about that kind of stuff anyway, right? I meant your friends at home.