Re: Patio - Shelly, Marsh and Open
Shelly turned to look at him, her gaze dropping to the hand-rolled cigarette in his fingers, and quirked an eyebrow slightly. "Maybe you should quit smoking, then," the blonde pointed out with just the hint of a smirk. She reached up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. The gray smoke was overpowered by the fire pit, and her attention returned to the marshmallow which was slowly blistering and turning brown. Her free hand smoothed down the front of her dress, the sequins scratching lightly at her palm.
"You know, you're right," she told Marsh, and her smile grew as something shifted in her eyes. "I can change it if I don't like the ending." Shelly removed the roasting stick from the flames and held it aloft. She glanced at the door leading back inside Lucky's as an idea, once nebulous, began to coalesce inside her head.