Ariana stops for a moment, turns, and gives Arlo a bright smile. The city streets are still busy, even at this time of night, when most have found their homes for the night or are leaving in search of something better than their own lives, at least for the night.
“I’ll order them up when we get inside, then. It’ll
be my treat. And just about everyone’s an ass
when they’re drunk. It’s just in how the other person
deals with it. I’ve been taken care of enough times
I know what to expect from most drunk people,
but that’s up to you.”
She shrugs, turns back around, and crosses a street, looking every way for cars and to make sure Arlo was still following her.
Ariana can see the neon lighting spilling onto the street, advertising the name.
despite the tumultuous lot of citizens bustling about, and an
immeasurable amount of elbow collisions, arlo managed a
reasonable distance between him and ariana. thankfully, her
voice was well within earshot ( dulled slightly by the street’s
a-chatter of foreign conversation, but distinguishable enough
from his position ). he caught a glimpse of her smile and,
naturally, his own widened tremendously.
‘ now, i believe i am wholly responsible for any favours
owed. you’ve done so much for me already and i could
not–in good conscience–have you wasting any money
on me! oh, well, i couldn’t begin to imagine what horror
stories you must have, then. ‘
arlo brushed past the remainder of the crowd in order to
accompany ariana to the entrance of the lounge. once there,
he opened the door and beckoned her forward with his free
hand, his smile never faltering for a second.
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