Re: The Bar
She let her gaze dart to where his fingers were on his side, and then she slipped her hands free of his hair and slid them to those glasses, easily tugging them off his face. "Uno," she said, taking them and tucking them into the pocket of her dress, as if she wanted the prize and not the ability to see his eyes. She knew that wasn't what he'd had in mind, but she wasn't scared of bending the rules, not tonight when she was someone entirely not herself.
"What if I want to use one now and save the last?" she asked, rocking her hips forward in blatant invitation, despite her soft tone and smiling lips. "What if I want something different?"