A grin that looked every bit the big, bad wolf – albeit, inebriated. “It’s a place, just like any other. I sleep here, I sleep there, I sleep anywhere.. When I sleep, at least.”
Propping himself back on an elbow, his gaze drifted skyward. Ugh.. Fuckin’ sunshine, just peaking over the trees – one thing that was never in short supply here, out in the open, in this freakin’ state. Godamn California. Slowly, the glance returned to Lil.
“Shoeless girl, wandering the woods at this hour. Ha. Shame you’re not wearin’ red. I suppose that would’a been a bit too poetic. Cheers, m’dear.”
He raised his can in mock fashion of a toast before slumping back on that elbow, stealing a swig, that grin never faltering.