Re: Second Class; Theater - Smoking Room
There were people all around with the sound of living like they meant to make a good time out of it and the gunslinger didn’t mind living out on show. He didn’t think the law would be anywhere near a party like this one and if they were, they weren’t the law any other day of the year and he could pay them no mind at all. The miasma drifted above their heads and the light sifted through and prismed, as her hand took the glass and set it smartly down on the table with one slide of movement that he could see fine. His head turned and the hat made it very clear when he did to watch the way she stretched, the elongation of muscle beneath bared skin as she did something pleasing to see that the gunslinger gave no thought at all to hiding. The hat cast enough shadow and the light was little enough but he lowered his chin as he looked, long as he pleased. He wasn’t a philosopher but he thought no one paid names any mind in the dark and it was dark enough here that it counted.
“I’m always here,” he told her. “It’s not much hiding, when you come right down to it.” It was damp over there on that cushion of hers and he thought cats didn’t much like damp but she didn’t seem to care. Maybe that was the woman in her, but she blinked long and slow and the gunslinger didn’t think much anymore about the damp and the spilled drink once that smile showed itself, sleek and slow as a promise made in the middle of the night. She was getting close enough that the holster on his hip rocked uncomfortably against his side, the leather heavy and scarred above warm denim, and with a smile like that for show, he settled one hand at the top of her spine and slid two fingers down the length of it, same way you’d stroke a cat or make promises right back without asking first and he gave her a smile right back.
“You different often?” She was close enough he could feel the breath of her on his cheek, warm and the glide of her fingertips along the slope of his cheek was sueded, different, but no more so than callouses on a hand. He had those himself.