”and i’m guessing you
don’t do private shows?”
he laughed softly, his bright blue eyes sparkling in amusement. taking another drink, Jim glanced over to see his friend - Leonard - already passed out on the couch with beer dribbling down his chin. pleasant as always…
’ Not particularly– ’
—-A smirk written upon her face. For she knew exactly what he wanted, just from that statement… It wasn’t like she minded all that much. It was a beauty of self confidence, and while she knew some disconcerting information about him and his ‘status’ it seemed she hardly cared. Call her a wench, she had always been a little self involved and who said self indulgence was a bad thing.
’ However– I’m easily persuaded. ’