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Stretching his legs couldn’t have come any sooner. Cook hadn’t realized quite how bogged down he’d felt, but that was a weary memory with the way his boots floated so breezily on the concrete. Great minds - how Penny jumped out of her seat. She really was a slender thing. That cropped hem only drew more attention to the set of perfect pins on her and the lad was grateful for the view. Girl could’ve been a model, really, and Cook wasn’t the least bit timid in his gawking. If anything, he was quite chuffed to have the little birdie under his arm. Show her off to the clerk.. other night owl shoppers, the damn security cameras. Shit. Whoever might’ve been looking. “ Bad table manners? ” A click of his tongue abetted his usual sarcasm. “ That’s a deal breaker for me, babes. Yah, dunno if I can get past that one. Pitty, that. ” The idea of her struggling to scarf down some grub really only sounded more endearing. It had the bloke eager to check out before they’d even made it inside, but Cook seemed to find his old swagger all the same. A self assured lean back as he strutted. He went for his pockets before Penny reached out. The felon wiggled his brow as he gleefully latched on. No mistaking her escort now. Lucky fella. He swung the length of their arms, helping himself to a good eyeful as she lead them. “ You all wrapped up fer the night, love? Cos I gotta be ‘onest - I could use a fookin’ party. Ooh beer, ” he rambled, tugging the little lady towards the refrigerated section. Glossing over the six packs, Cook opted for a twenty-four count of Heineken. Didn’t seem like he’d be visiting the pub crawl that night, so it would have to do. “ Go on, darlin’. Don’ be shy. Wot we got? Seltzers.. ? Some.. fizzy pink shit? ” He scrunched his nose trying to make sense of the stuff, but it wasn’t like it mattered. Cook was much more absorbed with the upcoming buzz than their fancy labeling. Fuck, even the taste if he was honest.
Absolutely glowing under the attention from the young man, Penny basked in the way his eyes raked over her, for the first time getting to see him standing as well. Even in her heels he was still significantly taller than the five foot four they made her, and the amusing thought of how tiny she’d be next to him without them had her giggling even as their fingers laced together. Grin beaming out a thousand watts at the confident bop to his step, she sashayed ahead of him with a grin over one narrow shoulder. “I’m my own boss, remember? I get to make my own hours.”
Giving a playful yelp at the tug to her hands, her side step on her heels was exaggerated as she pranced at his back. Eyes turning to the refidgerators at his prompting, Penny lifted up onto the toes of her heels and rested her chin on his shoulder as she made her decision. “Fuck I’d give for some whiskey right now, that fizzy shit makes me sick in the morning.” Making a teasingly disgusted face, she finally reached in and chose a six pack of premixed cesears, they’d do to get her drunk enough not to mind the taste of beer.
“Now...!” Giving a flourish of their joined hands, Penny did a small half pirouette around him, pressing a small kiss to the sharp line of his jaw before leading him toward the hot and waiting morsels. “Food!”
