Re: Second Class; Theater - Smoking Room
He didn’t think there was much to lose on a ship that rocked on its way to nowhere and he looked around obviously for the people with things they had ready to let go of. There was no one very young and there was no one very old but there never were when people came together like this with their names left at the door. No one was set on looking but the gunslinger thought that had as much to do with their own ways of enjoying a party as it did with a lapful of a kitty-cat turned woman. She picked up her thought like a ball of string spooling itself back up but she snagged his hat and pulled it off his head before he’d words to say otherwise. The warmth of it was gone suddenly, and the hair beneath was ruffled-thick and unkempt.
“I’ll have it back,” he said and he held out his hand. Without the shade of it, the eyes were very light and they were steady. He didn’t mind losing the scarf, drinking couldn’t be done with it muffled high over throat and nose but he minded the hat being gone plenty. It was a good hat, solid even if it was showing signs of wear and it kept anyone from looking too long.
“I’m doing no hiding,” he said again even if he wanted the hat more than he liked being out in the open and he lifted it off one ear and then the other, careful with them as he went. When the hat settled back on his head he sat back once again with her across his knees like a piece of silk. “I don’t see anyone here who thinks much about what they’ve got at home.”