bloodykneestm:
“well, i’m havin’ a pretty disgusting beer, but if you’re sure.” he gives her a playful wink and a laugh. “i ordered this to try it, turns out it’s pretty much the worst thing i’ve ever put in my mouth. but it’d be a waste o’ money to dump the thing, so i’m powerin’ through.” he smiles. “i’ll get you somethin’ a little better than this. i know they have a great cider on tap here, that work for you?”
he seems to remember himself all of the sudden and he sticks out a hand for a shake. “oh. i’m kit walker. and you are?”
grace extends her hand, graceful as she can, and gives kit’s a firm shake. “grace bertrand. and very pleased to meet you, kit.” her accent curls affably around the syllable of his name best it can.
“cider sounds great, thank you.” she hops up onto the barstool beside him. she’s met gentlemen, and she’s met a lot more men pretending to be, and there’s something very genuine about mr. kit walker that she knows she likes, like a moth to a flame. “how’s the powering through going, then?”
