Re: Basement: table by the stage
She plucked the cherry from between her lips, the bright colour of the thing in competition with the paint on her lips, and for a moment she simply nibbled on it, taking a little fruit from the thing to suck on, he gaze trailing between the thing of smoke and the tableau on the stage, as if torn between which one was more interesting. She was all curves and soft lines, as feminine as one could be without being blatant about it. Dark hair spun up against the back of her head, those dulled pearls strung throughout, she gave him a little smile as he answered.
"Might be nice if it existed more often," she responded, enjoying the sound of his voice, smooth and easy on the ears. "But we might start to take it for granted if it did. Best if it's something rare we touch on only once in a while. Lets us appreciate it when its here, long for it when it's not." And wasn't that like a lot of things the world offered? Too much of a good thing left you expecting it, devaluing it. Leave it as a treat and it remained special. Maybe that's why people were so unhappy. Too much indulgences, not enough treats. Life needed balance.