He's torn between a dammit, Freckles, of course I'm thankin' you for comin' along when it's all on my hypothetical tab anyway and just lettin' it slide off his shoulders. She gets under his skin, Freckles does, both in the good and the bad ways, so he phrases his answer real careful. "Sometime after when we go to the movies, maybe."
There. That's a calculated yes; so far he ain't conning her and she ain't running, but he's got the feeling if he pushes too hard, she'll run far and fast and he don't want that. Ain't no real good reason to not want it except he likes her, and spendin' time with her's more fun than spendin' it alone or with most other people. He did the whole hot tub thing with Blondie and spent those couple nights with Mata Hari and took the Card Lady out a couple times, but they all kinda pale in comparison to yesterday.
It's real nice, gettin' something he's wanted for a long time and finding out it's mutual, more or less. No, not more or less, just plain mutual, and no agenda. The whir and click and ding-ding-ding sounds of the slot machines is like a whole damn chorus of some background noise he don't never pay much mind, but tonight he's noticin' damn near everything.
Including the dull ache spreading from where he got shot and the different kind of dull ache in the pit of his stomach when her arm tightens inadvertently around his waist so they can fit through the door together.
"Unless you want to do it before." They leave the casino behind and step into the lobby.
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There. That's a calculated yes; so far he ain't conning her and she ain't running, but he's got the feeling if he pushes too hard, she'll run far and fast and he don't want that. Ain't no real good reason to not want it except he likes her, and spendin' time with her's more fun than spendin' it alone or with most other people. He did the whole hot tub thing with Blondie and spent those couple nights with Mata Hari and took the Card Lady out a couple times, but they all kinda pale in comparison to yesterday.
It's real nice, gettin' something he's wanted for a long time and finding out it's mutual, more or less. No, not more or less, just plain mutual, and no agenda. The whir and click and ding-ding-ding sounds of the slot machines is like a whole damn chorus of some background noise he don't never pay much mind, but tonight he's noticin' damn near everything.
Including the dull ache spreading from where he got shot and the different kind of dull ache in the pit of his stomach when her arm tightens inadvertently around his waist so they can fit through the door together.
"Unless you want to do it before." They leave the casino behind and step into the lobby.