@mcneyhoney cont. from here
" well honey that i can help with. "
it might be a little too forward the way she steps behind his seat, hands slipping under his coat to gently slide it off of his shoulders. there's a lot of things in life that stefani excels at, the main two being performance and, ah, performance. now whether or not he's aware of her reputation the blonde isn't sure, but typically men frequent auster for very few reasons.
from behind him she props her six inch giuseppe zanotti's on the arm of his chair, hikes her dress up around her thigh to expose the pack of cigarettes held there by her garter. " help yourself, i'll get us some drinks. "
The contact of her hands over his shoulders sends a shiver down his spine, but it isn’t unwelcome. It’s true that he didn’t just come here for the drinks alone.
There’s no hesitation from him as he slips the pack from its place strapped to her thigh, and he’s bold enough to slide it back into place after he’s taken a cigarette for himself. “Whiskey sounds good. Bottom shelf, I ain’t picky, it all tastes the same to me. But, look, babe, you’re gorgeous, but you might be a little young for me, y’know? I’m a lot older than I look.” He may in part be fishing for a compliment, but the rest of it is true enough.
