@vswrld
❝ well, they just let anyone play here, don’t they? ❞ loud enough for him to hear, quiet enough for him to wonder if she means it : she deals him a lemon-drop smile and lets him work out the rest. night-weary limbs pluck mara from the barstool and to her feet, drained plastic cup left behind. ❝ i’m kidding. you guys were pretty good! ❞ in truth, all she remembers is noise on noise on noise. but her head’s not bursting at the seams, mouth not ripe with the taste of insults, voice still fresh and flowery in her throat – so she counts the whole affair pretty good. her arm slings across scott’s neck, clearly comfortable, dragging him in and forward together. ❝ mm, take a walk with me, scotty. i could use the fresh air, so could you. ❞











