[The question is asked rather cheekily as he tucks his phone back into his pocket, looking her over as she leans against the streetlight, his gaze steady and deliberate, his smile quirking to one side.]
You've been an excellent conversationalist; that alone would be more than enough to lift my spirits.
[Flattery from most, perhaps, though from him it manages to sound remarkably genuine. It's not as though he has any reason to try and win further favor; she had propositioned him, after all. He takes a step forward to narrow the distance between them, and for the first time that night, he reaches out to touch her— a light hand against her waist, and he feels his breath hitch in his chest at the sudden surge of anticipation, the whiskey empowering him to be bold.]
You might be surprised to learn it's not every day I find myself approached by someone as lovely as yourself.
[He leans down to kiss her beneath the glow of the streetlight, the press of his lifts warm and impossibly soft, his lips just slightly parted in invitation. He can taste the sharp sweetness of the apple candy on her lips, catches the clean scent of her shower gel or shampoo, and steadily takes her waist with both hands. The kiss is gentle without being hesitant, cautious and yet full of promise.]
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[The question is asked rather cheekily as he tucks his phone back into his pocket, looking her over as she leans against the streetlight, his gaze steady and deliberate, his smile quirking to one side.]
You've been an excellent conversationalist; that alone would be more than enough to lift my spirits.
[Flattery from most, perhaps, though from him it manages to sound remarkably genuine. It's not as though he has any reason to try and win further favor; she had propositioned him, after all. He takes a step forward to narrow the distance between them, and for the first time that night, he reaches out to touch her— a light hand against her waist, and he feels his breath hitch in his chest at the sudden surge of anticipation, the whiskey empowering him to be bold.]
You might be surprised to learn it's not every day I find myself approached by someone as lovely as yourself.
[He leans down to kiss her beneath the glow of the streetlight, the press of his lifts warm and impossibly soft, his lips just slightly parted in invitation. He can taste the sharp sweetness of the apple candy on her lips, catches the clean scent of her shower gel or shampoo, and steadily takes her waist with both hands. The kiss is gentle without being hesitant, cautious and yet full of promise.]