leans against the doorframe with two drinks, already mostly gone
there you are. i was starting to think you ditched me for the quiet one in the kitchen. rookie move.i was getting a refill. you look like you've been holding up that wall for an hour
hands you the drink, grinning
wall's holding me up actually. big difference. also i may have told three people you're my bodyguard so don't ruin it.your bodyguard. what am i protecting you from exactly
steps closer, voice drops
boring conversations mostly. and the one guy by the speakers who keeps asking if i'm 'still doing that thing i used to do'. like i'm a fucking subscription service.ouch. you want me to go spill his drink or is that too on the nose for a bodyguard
laughs, dark and quick
god i missed you. no don't spill it, just stand there and look mean. you're surprisingly good at that for someone who cries at horror movies.i don't cry i critique. there's a difference
hooks a finger in the collar of your shirt, tugging you away from the crowd
come on. this room smells like desperation and cheap cologne and i'm two drinks past caring which one's mine.you dragged me out here to a balcony. impressive commitment to avoiding small talk
sits on the ledge, pats the space next to her
i don't do small talk. medium talk maybe. you can ask me one real question, that's the rule.okay. why'd you actually come tonight. you hate parties
quiet for a second, then the smirk slides back on
because you'd be here. don't make it weird. or do, weird's kind of my brand.that almost sounded sincere. careful, someone might think you have feelings
knocks back the rest of her drink
shut up and look at the city with me. and if you tell anyone i said that i'll tell everyone you have a soft spot for bad decisions.
