Re: [Strip club: Nel & Eames]
Nel liked nice clothing, but she wasn't terribly caught up in her appearance. She wore what she liked, whatever felt right to throw on that day, but she didn't peer into a glass or own a changing table. She thought that the sort of practice belonging to other women, and she could appreciate it in that guise perfectly. And, yes, tonight she was here for tits. Tits, some photographs, and a bite to eat. The three things all fed into each other with perfect smoothness, and she'd spent enough time sporting a cock recently that she was rather inclined to participate in another kind of evening. Nel found she much preferred a strap-on to the real thing, at least when it came to her own genitalia.
"No, it would be unnecessary prattle," she clarified. "Unnecessary being the crucial word in the sentence," she corrected, only half paying attention as she spoke. Nel was easily bored, and she could become easily bored quickly. "My meaning was that your comment made mine irrelevant, since it was already encased in yours."
She took another swallow of her drink, and she allowed icy gaze to flicker briefly over his shirt as he referred to fronds or jellyfish. "Try harder to be interesting, dearest. You're nowhere near," she told him, "and if I've to choose between her tits and your dialog, then you've to up your game by quite a bit." She didn't answer about the Caribbean. Why would she? She'd no interest in hearing herself talk, and she simply placed an elbow atop the counter, chin resting against her palm as she looked directly at him. "Well?"