#bugdown: li 01.

[dennace]

@bugdown​, another one for u.

         ‘ nnnn—o. that doesn’t sound at all like what i was suggesting, li, in fact— you’ve just answered the question ‘what not to do’ in this situation. right? i mean, face it? head-on, of all ways? ’ he’s unscrewing the cap to his stash bottle of crème de menthe as he speaks. ‘ i’m doing the only rational thing there is left to do and i’m stuffing it down, and i’m getting blackout drunk. ’

[miscography]

@bugdown.

lesley can dance — and better than fine, better than passably — but li knows him none too well if she thinks she’ll be swept into a step that isn’t designed to spread discomfort.

(this isn’t because he doesn’t like her. to his own consternation, lesley has begun to realize that he doesn’t—doesn’t not, does he? doesn’t he?) (he guesses he likes her. he guesses he dislikes being aware of it.)

they’re distracted by their own quarreling, knock elbows with their third waltzing pair of the evening, and he says without a moment’s hesitation:  ‘ her fault. ’