Re: O'Brien, Leah
A kiss would have been nice. A legit one, though. Not one he had to steal. But yes, he was going to behave himself, and if she wanted to behave too-- well, he wasn't going to complain too much. So long as she decided to at least spend time with him. That was good enough for now. He needed a pleasant night, and so far, it was pretty nice. Definitely better than the few days before, when she'd slugged him in the nose. "What could be worse than listening to a talent show? I mean, I'm sure they sing just fine. But I'd rather not have to listen to it, if I don't want to." He lifted the camera up to take a surprise snapshot of Leah. All he did was push the button. It worked. On whatever setting she'd had it on. He smirked, "That's why I'd like to have you around, tonight. You can whisper snarky things about people with me." No, he wasn't a mean guy. But talent shows were always just asking for Mystery Science Theater 3000-esque commentary. He looked down at the screen on the camera, smiling at the display of the image of a very off-guard Leah. Still pretty, though. "What would you be doing, tonight, if you weren't at the party? Sharpening your machetes? Having alone time on the roof-- doing whatever it is that you do? Sleeping?" He glanced back up toward her, "I think I'd be sleeping. Or coloring. But some jackass stole my crayons. I haven't had a chance to go find any more, yet."