Cats that ate canaries looked less satisfied than Leo did, lips curved up at one side with a head twisting, result of being caught off guard. It hadn’t crossed his mind that anything he had said to her so far would be taken seriously, much less that one. “Got you on that one, huh? That’s what you get for imagining me with puppy dog eyes.” Smile back stretching across, watching her in her natural habitat sans hat and tumbler to lips. “Fuck yeah, daytime drinking,” he praised, sarcasm dripping only for the one fact that she was probably the most sober person in this whole industry. “I would have brought a bottle had I known we were both alcoholics,” he added on, hand swooping up the hat.
The cursive was glanced over at, nodded at it because why not? Of course that’s what it would say, just like how his shirt nearly spelled out his favorite swear. One and the same, except polar opposites. His shoulders shrugged, casual response for playful rejection while the faux fur lining rolled around the back of his knuckles, tossing it around his touch. “No refunds,” he went on, pass was hers, “and no cheating.” And so was the hat, placed back on her, having to tug at it in the back to get it off of her eyes.
“Sounds fake, but what can I get a prize for? My sparkling personality?” All fun and games, look from her to the shirt that she had offered up before back at her. The work had to become a priority at some point, even if it was the least important part in his own mind, the kind of task that hardly made the list. “This is just fucking harassment at this point,” he consented in his own way, hands already curling around the tee, pulling it off over his head to ruffle dirty blond strands. Tossed to the side, just next to the new one before picking it up by the collar. “Are you going to chaperone me on set after this? Make sure I haven’t fucking tossed this thing in the trash when I leave out of here?”
“oh no, this— this isn’t,” professionalism always the first defense, looking at the mug again with a quick flicker, “it’s just coffee.” but there was no one else in the room to be impressed by her honesty, she was just being poked at once more. and she was slow on the uptake that it had been sarcasm that she was supposed to catch on to. made up for with only her palest attempt at a comeback. “you can try it if you want.” was that good enough, was it even funny? it was the first time she’d tried to attempt something close in maybe ever. at least maybe this week.
“no drinking on the clock.” she said finally, the confusion giving way to a sunny smile. hopefully enough to show that she was joking too. was she? the sentence was true enough to what she believed but. at least starting out his own list of nos as he put the hat back on her head, ugly and hot as it was. she held her breath until his hands returned back to their own personal space. no she didn’t, she was fine. having a little fun with a client, nothing more. maybe a shirtless client, most people asked for a partition. that was fine.
“you’d throw it in the trash?” he hadn’t even tried it on yet, but she was already turning towards the rack again to try and find a better solution for him. that and some privacy, though he didn’t seem all that concerned with the latter. there was nothing to say he wasn’t joking. but gosh what if he wasn’t. “would you rather do a henley, most people always want to dress up, i mean it’s the one time you don’t pay for the clothes.”