Re: shiloh & harlow ; on the patio
He leaned his kiss in for the kiss he could tell was forthcoming, and he did nothing to wipe the watermelon stain from his cheek. In turn, he caught her nose with his own mouth, and the taste of whiskey likely heralded the kiss he placed there before he affected a very disappointed frown at being denied angel wings, though he did not disagree with her about being ill-suited for them. He, too, found innocence and purity dull, but the pretense of them could be interesting, and mostly he wanted to enjoy captured moments. He no longer trusted in a life lived long and until old bones overtook him, not as he once had. He saw no reason for good behavior, and if something didn't interest him in the moment, well, it was rapidly discarded.
"Fair assessment," he finally said, agreeing with her opinion of his lack of wings, and then he perched his glass upon the perch and waited for her to smack her lips in relish at what remained of her own oft-sloshed drink. She tossed the glass, and he laughed, and he thought it would be a good evening indeed.
He went when she took his hand, because he found the concept of ruining the tasteful music a wonderful one, and he spoke after her while she tugged. "What are our options? Country? Or do we think this lot a Republican loving breed of upper-class cowboys? Christian? No, no, because they might find it a sign from above that this party was sanctioned by The Almighty. Rap? Profanity laden, hard metal rap? They would surely hate that," and then they were directly in front of the object of their desires.
With a musical library at their fingertips, he looked over at her. "I allow the lady to choose," he said, grin and wink and bow as he let go her fingers.