@devilunboxed said ‘i can’t take my eyes off of you.’
anita feels herself flush under the heavy gaze of cruella, but she contributes it to a healthy amount of wine and a long, long time without it. still, she’s acutely aware of the red wine glass that the other woman has been nursing for some while now. it matches her lips almost exactly—and, for a vain moment, anita’s brain supplies that the wine probably wouldn’t taste as good as them.
the thought makes her fidget almost as much as the remark. she manages to bounce back (somewhat) with a coy, playful smile.
“is that what you say to all the ladies you invite into your dressing room for a drink?”
keep it light. keep it light. anita feels as if there’s tension they could cut with a knife, but it must’ve been the alcohol. cruella was being a courteous friend—as always. no funny business!