Re: Basement: Edge of the action
That might have been disappointment that flickered over his face, but it faded as soon as it appeared. She had bought him, she was calling the shots, and if she said it was over, then he wasn't going to fight that. So even though he liked the feel of that hand against his inked chest, would have liked for it to go other places, he gave a nod of his head and stepped back, watching instead as she fixed up her makeup, allowing himself to enjoy the sight of it all. "Just let myself get carried away, that's all," he said by way of apology, and he didn't blame her for how she felt. It was what it was, and this place had a way of making your wants and desires seem to be something else.
So he dug in his pocket and pulled out the pack of cigarettes again, passing one over to her after he had lit it up, the pack tucked back into the pocket of those tight leather pants. "I think I'll pass on buying anyone tonight, but we'll see what happens. And I'll remember you just fine." Without asking for permission, bold as could be, he leaned in to steal another kiss, and then it was him who was disappearing into the crowds of people that filled the basement, just another soul looking for a place to belong.