[ At his sheepish grin, she laughs softly, amused by the entire conversation. Not for the first time, she thinks he's cute. But this time it's followed by that same urge as earlier, to catalogue as many of his expressions as she can in the time they have.
Perhaps that will change, as they move from one venue to the next. Or when the morning dawns and reveals things the bar and the vibrant atmosphere of night glossed over.
(Something in her thinks that won't be the case. She can't make heads or tails of why.) ]
I accept fault. [ Sofia says with a bright smile, as if completely unbothered by this. She does, however, release him from her hold. With a strange internal reluctance. ]
Richie already has my card–I got this. [ A semi-broke college student she may be but, she can at least afford to pay for drinks in a bar.
Before he can protest, she ducks in to give him another kiss at the corner of his mouth–a promise–and then slides out of the booth to take care of the tab and collect her things.
Between navigating the dense crowd, flagging the bartender down, and getting a rapid-fire interrogation from three of her friends, Tomassen has more than enough time to cool off. When he finally joins her while she's grabbing her purse and jacket, that interrogation turns in his direction, Ming Xia's imperfect Kerch leading the charge, something she catches pieces of with a swell of affection. Sensing they'll keep him here for the rest of the night if she doesn't stop them, Sofia loops her arm in his, shooing them off with fond exasperation.
As they head out of the bar, Jia Ling catches her eye and mimes texting and she nods before sweeping both her and Tomassen out onto the less loud but still busy main street.
Still looped arm in arm as they take the short walk back to her flat, she happily answers the questions he has about the city: what this area is like in relation to others, is the downtown worth seeing, how close is the royal palace really. She asks him how the weather compares to Kerch, always hearing how dreary it could get there. And how is it, living on an island? Shu Han is expansive, even if the border is a major point of contention between them and their neighbor, Ravka. It's amazing to think Kerch could be driven cross-wise in a little under eight hours. Driving eight hours in almost any direction in Shu Han would still land her in Shu Han.
Soon enough, they arrive at her place, keys jangling and her shoulder shoved up against the door to let them in. Both heels and coat get left near the front as she drags him into a kiss, pulling him along with her to the bedroom. Her flat isn't all that big, after all; the walk is a short one. Before she tosses her purse onto a side chair, she texts the group a heart emoji to let them know she was alive.
And then all of her considerable attention is on Tomassen, her look calculating as she decides what she wants to do first. ]
Hmm. [ She hums, walking her nails down the front of his shirt before she reaches back to undo the hook and zip on her dress. The light material slides to the floor without a hitch, leaving her in her underthings and stockings. ] Come touch me.
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Perhaps that will change, as they move from one venue to the next. Or when the morning dawns and reveals things the bar and the vibrant atmosphere of night glossed over.
(Something in her thinks that won't be the case. She can't make heads or tails of why.) ]
I accept fault. [ Sofia says with a bright smile, as if completely unbothered by this. She does, however, release him from her hold. With a strange internal reluctance. ]
Richie already has my card–I got this. [ A semi-broke college student she may be but, she can at least afford to pay for drinks in a bar.
Before he can protest, she ducks in to give him another kiss at the corner of his mouth–a promise–and then slides out of the booth to take care of the tab and collect her things.
Between navigating the dense crowd, flagging the bartender down, and getting a rapid-fire interrogation from three of her friends, Tomassen has more than enough time to cool off. When he finally joins her while she's grabbing her purse and jacket, that interrogation turns in his direction, Ming Xia's imperfect Kerch leading the charge, something she catches pieces of with a swell of affection. Sensing they'll keep him here for the rest of the night if she doesn't stop them, Sofia loops her arm in his, shooing them off with fond exasperation.
As they head out of the bar, Jia Ling catches her eye and mimes texting and she nods before sweeping both her and Tomassen out onto the less loud but still busy main street.
Still looped arm in arm as they take the short walk back to her flat, she happily answers the questions he has about the city: what this area is like in relation to others, is the downtown worth seeing, how close is the royal palace really. She asks him how the weather compares to Kerch, always hearing how dreary it could get there. And how is it, living on an island? Shu Han is expansive, even if the border is a major point of contention between them and their neighbor, Ravka. It's amazing to think Kerch could be driven cross-wise in a little under eight hours. Driving eight hours in almost any direction in Shu Han would still land her in Shu Han.
Soon enough, they arrive at her place, keys jangling and her shoulder shoved up against the door to let them in. Both heels and coat get left near the front as she drags him into a kiss, pulling him along with her to the bedroom. Her flat isn't all that big, after all; the walk is a short one. Before she tosses her purse onto a side chair, she texts the group a heart emoji to let them know she was alive.
And then all of her considerable attention is on Tomassen, her look calculating as she decides what she wants to do first. ]
Hmm. [ She hums, walking her nails down the front of his shirt before she reaches back to undo the hook and zip on her dress. The light material slides to the floor without a hitch, leaving her in her underthings and stockings. ] Come touch me.
[ It's an invitation more than anything. ]