‘ THINKING ABOUT BUYING, ACTUALLY. ’
THE JOKE IS IN and out of his mouth before he even completes the thought about it, lips curving to match. you know, at the end of the day … as long as the job is done, and done correctly, then he doesn’t really care about who or why. a niggling feeling in the back of his brain mutters that maybe he should double check her work, just to be sure ––––––– but he won’t do that, either. as far as he’s been able to tell, she’s DECEITFUL … but that isn’t the same as being incapable. she’s THOROUGH.
his sigh is rather large, then, the knock-out of responsibility being abdicated from him. he has more important matters at hand to be worried about. he should go retrieve dean and tell him to stand here. he should find them a spot overlooking the sea, like this, just to HOLE UP for a few days, or a week. dean should spend some time looking at the ocean. he’s only got just a little bit of it left, and if they leave now, it’ll all be pissed away on flat roads, barren CORN FIELDS, gray wasteland …
he keeps dreaming that the hourglass is breaking, and he’s frantic, trying to scoop up the sand in his hands. wolves howl.
‘ … if you’re offering a drink and a tour, then yeah. ’
❛ i don’t see the harm in that. ❜
mused as she starts towards the building. LOOMING and empty, yet oddly comforting. she knows it’s SAFE in there, she made sure if it herself. white curtains flutter behind windows open just a crack, just enough to let the SEA breeze in. the lock gives to her skills easily - she’s been here before with a paranormal being in the walls so this time she knows where to go. the LIQUOR is near the deck, just where she’d like to be.
( overlooking the ocean. )
❛ well, here’s the tour. booze is here, ocean is there, the rest i find is irrelevant. ❜
they both KNOW that she hadn’t been planning to give a real tour, that was far below her pay grade. instead she considers what drink to fix for herself - she won’t be making one for sam. one, because she doesn’t know his POISON of choice and two, she doesn’t care to take the time. she wasn’t his maid or his mother and he was a big boy. he could take care of his own NEEDS. what she will do, is move a step to the left to allow him some space at the bar to make himself whatever he wanted.
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