Re: Basement: table by the stage
"I'd love some." And she would. Wine wasn't usually her thing, but tonight wasn't usually her thing either, and sometimes, it was good to stretch beyond the norm to something else. So she stretched and shifted, allowed herself to become what this place wanted her to be - at least for the evening. She didn't reach to pour it on her own, leaving that to him, chin still cupped in her palm as she nibbled on the remains of her cherry, finally biting it off and discarding the stem on the tabletop.
"And I'm not entirely sure I would. This places makes you different," she responded, her voice thoughtful, her gaze growing a bit distant as she watched the way the smoke shifted and coalesced into something more than itself, and part of her wondered if she reached out to him, brushed her hand through the haze, would he simply dissolve into the air around him. "But I might. If I had company. Things like this go best when you've got someone to enjoy them with." And wasn't that what life was about in the end? Companionship? People weren't meant to be alone, they tended to gravitate towards other people, even those who professed to be loners.