Re: Marvel, Saranac Lake: Sylvie & Dec & Clem
[He shut the door when Sylvie claimed the couch in a flop of skinny limbs. Truly, it wasn't a very polite or ladylike means of approach furniture, but she managed some degree of femininity with narrow legs that flexed and tucked. It seemed foul to curse at femininity, even if femininity was dragging her shoes all up on the couch without a damn care for the leather. Declan frowned, and he drank from his beer bottle as the two got their kicks in in regard to his lousy hosting abilities.]
Keep it up, and I'll toss both your pretty butts out of that door. [He'd do it too. Those blue eyes said so from above the next tip of his beer. And then, he drew back to regard the bottle in his hand.] Would you like something to drink, Sylvie? [There was beer in the fridge, wine on the artisan dining table, and some of the harder stuff that Clementine was apparently fond of on top of the counter.
Speaking of being a lousy host, Declan squared his jaw while contemplating.] I didn't plan anything for dinner, so... [Cheers to liquids, he polished off what was left in the bottle.]