Re: Shelly and Lane and Open
"I'm fine," she told the stranger confidently, though accepting his help all the same. Once she was upright, she slid her feet back into the high heeled shoes, though not as elegantly as she would have liked. "I meant to do that." Shelly grabbed her empty glass and brought the straw to her mouth, drinking the leftover melted ice and whatever alcohol remained. The blonde looked him up and down appraisingly and boldly, trying to figure out what his angle was. "Maybe you should try," Shelly challenged with a smirk, one hand reaching up to try to tame her mussed up locks.