♡ Our muses almost kiss, but are interrupted -(for whichever you think Kelly would be attracted to more, if either of them 🙂)
This wasn't an unusual position for Kelly. Out on the back step of a saloon in the frigid air with the excuse of a shared cigarette with a man less interested in smoking and more the man offering.
It was a familiar ritual, fingers striking a match, warm hands cupped up to his face holding the fire steady and safe against the biting wind. An excuse to get close and test the gaze he was met with, to see where it dropped: to his lips or something lower. Then all that was left was to shift in closer with his lazy, testing smile, fingers hooking into a belt to coax him nearer with their breath thick and misted between them, as thick as smoke in the cold, tinged with almost as much ash and the acridity of one too many drinks.
It only lasted a moment, the door behind them slamming open and laughter pouring out. Then just like that they were just two men again. Leaned up against the back wall sharing a quiet smoke, watching the men stumbling more than walking past them down the steps and into the ice hardened slurry of mud at the bottom.
Kelly's eyes were back on him by the time they rounded the corner, their shouting growing muted in the night.
“Y’know, I think I’m done with this place,” he muttered around his cigarette with a smile. “I was about to head out... You wantin’ to join me?”
