|Beauty (i_tame) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2015-06-03 23:34:00
|Entry tags:||errol partridge, honour bellaforte|
Friday Night (Errol)
((Backdated to just after this thread))
With her hand loosely linked with Errol's, Beauty hummed a meandering tune on the walk back to the cottage from the bowling alley. Megan, Peter, Kitty, and Piotr had all gone their separate ways after the game was called, and that was all right with her. Swinging her hand lightly between the two of them, she punctuated the humming with a couple of words here and there.
"It was a nice time," she said to Errol, then started humming again.
And no one had yelled at anyone else. No one had gotten angry. There was that point in the night where she really wanted to shake the pixie for what she not-whispered about Errol, but Beauty had all but forgotten about it at this point. Her skin was flushed and warm, and her eyes were fever bright. The alcohol in her system had begun to work its way out of her, but she still felt cocooned in a warm blanket, a little floaty, and most decidedly happy with everything about the night.
The scent of jasmine floated around them as they walked up the path to her cottage. Her humming dropped off again, and she took the steps up onto the porch, turning into Errol's path when she got to the very top. In this way, she was almost as tall as him, and the extra height was enough to have her grinning. Looping her arms easily around his neck - no strain necessary at all to reach him - she did her level best to keep him there. He was always so proper with her, and she loved that he respected her enough to be concerned for her in that way. But tonight, she wanted him to stay. And she was just tipsy enough to ask him in the most straightforward way.
"I can make tea."
Maybe not the most straightforward.