“Well, of course I think it is, but, like, that real smile––where the corners of your eyes crinkle up? THAT one,” she states rather emphatically before a pause. A beat. Another shot. She considers then continues. “That other smile where I can almos’ hear th’gears’re turning in your head is–– fine, I guess, but it’s Diff’rent… If you just wanna hear me say stupid obvious shit, though, I think you’re pretty, too. Just. In general.”
Then her brow furrows in a look of thought––as though something has not only baffled but perhaps even miffed her a bit about his answer as it’s been processing in her head––and she leans in towards him a little, squinting at him.
“But… that’s not all you are either, is it, Jesse? –– Pretty, I mean, so…”
She looks down for a moment, perhaps trying to sort her words, and then those blue eyes look to him again, so full of sincerity and with such a singular sort of focus, almost as though the rest of the room didn’t exist, the world outside didn’t matter. Just him. Just this conversation of theirs.
“… why don’t they norm’ly ask…?”
“You’re worth askin’ about… worth knowing…”
Is it his choosing or theirs? She isn’t entirely sure, but she feels like that’s an important thing to ask, an important thing for her to state, outright. She’s been dancing around it with all the precision she would expect of herself in an actual dance routine––and maybe it’s the alcohol that’s assisted her in taking the leap––but she’s kind of tired of biting her tongue.
It’s almost like she speaks it into existence — that REAL smile she’s referring to.
It’s funny, how quickly AJ has picked up on the little things like that. She reads people well — has to, if she’s able to get a decent read on someone like JESSE, who’s job it is to not be readable...
— also makes a lot more sense now, actually knowing what she does for a LIVING, outside of working the bar. A lot of things are starting to make more sense after their little tango with Talon a few months or so ago. Why she seemed to take a liking to him from the start, how she’d probably be able to catch him in his LIE right now, should she have been in the right, uninhibited headspace.
In reality, it’s not that they don’t ask — he typically just doesn’t give them the opportunity to. He PREFERRED to keep his distance. It was just safer that way, for them, of course. Jesse doesn’t typically tend to attract wanted attention when around — there’s a list of people that’d take him DEAD or alive, and it ain’t exactly brief. He can’t afford anymore casualties on his behalf, his conscience already heavy with enough GUILT and loss to last three life times. So it brings up a question in his own mind...
— what the hell was he doing HERE...?
It’s that question that snaps him back to reality, that grin on his face settling into an almost grimace before he takes a rather deep swig of the cold drink still in his hand — an attempt to clear the bottle before he’s standing to grab at the much larger bottle still in her hand.
“ — reckon that’s ‘nough of this...” he hums, referencing her pick of poison for the night as he takes it into his own grasp.
He swings around the counter, placing the bottle to the back wall before attempting to shuffle her towards the front door. “How ‘bout we get you HOME? Gettin’ late, pretty sure you’ve got work t’morrow an’ I’ve got a PLANE t’catch, so...”
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