odette could've given him a warning. some time to get used to the idea: her, in his home, or the topic at hand. he wouldn't be so put on the spot if she had. but selfishly odette needed this advantage. wanted it, too. not that there's a difference between the two. she both needed and wanted the upper - hand and so she takes it. rick's discomfort an afterthought. much like it had been at the aforementioned you-know-what. joke made, and politely she quips back. 〝 sorry, figured i'd take care of this one myself. 〞 seems he wants her there about as much as she wanted to be. another step, hands shoved in her back pockets, listless. like ripping off a bandaid … 〝 it should all be in there but you let me know if it's not. 〞 if she'd done the math right. 〝 high school dropout, remember? 〞
rick was great at eye contact. in fact , for a good chunk of his life , the top item in his list of hobbies was mapping out each shade and stroke of brown in those round orbs— he can't seem to do it anymore. not with what she's saying.
what she's implying.
against popular belief , he was a hopeful romantic... not a delusional fool. rick knew it was over. but each reminder still hurt. his back against her as a hand reached up to a top shelf to grab two crystal rocks glasses and set them down , still mulling over his next set of words in his head.
grabs a bottle of bourbon before finally turning towards the woman,
〝 drink? 〞
the envelop sits heavy in front of him and he knew what he wanted to say. knew that he shouldn't. so he stalls. a transparent attempt that if anyone could see through , it was odette. but he does it anyway.
