Vivienne sipped her drink through Ezra’s crack and humour. She should try and look on the bright side – everyone was always telling her that – but sometimes it was just far too hard. Today was one of those days.
It was cynical and maybe a little mean, but Vivienne couldn’t picture Ezra being around anything and not hitting on it. Something about that seemed to be like the production of a strange, alien world. “Really? You, a gentleman? I’m surprised.” It was mostly teasing, a bit of healthy banter to keep them all going and interested but when Ezra dropped the last part, Vi saw red. The look that Vi gave Ezra could have killed. Ride on his saddle?
“Oh Ezra,” Vi smiled through her shock, “if you keep aiming so young your saddle is going to get broken.”