NACOLA & GARRETT | 11:40PM
Nacola had no real idea what she was doing or saying. Okay, she had an idea, but she had no real capacity to make herself stop talking. Or moving closer to him. Both of which she never would have done had she been completely sober. She didn't feel any effect from what Roxy had given her yet, which was fine since the alcohol was doing its work to numb some of the emotions to a more manageable degree.
Or maybe that was just happening now that Garrett had his arm around her.
Looking up, she couldn't hide the pleasure that danced in her dark eyes as she took him in without shame. "No, though I think you should wear it more often," she mused, studying him as if this were an entirely serious consideration. "It certainly looks more natural on you than this does on me!" she added, though there was no self-deprecating or sarcastic tone to her voice. It was simple and matter of fact.
Feeling his arm shift, Nacola nearly sighed, but then she realized he was just grabbing a drink. Even through the haze of alcohol, the fact that he didn't seem to want to be as close as she did made her heart constrict, which of course spurred her to move a little closer. Obviously the solution here was to try harder, right?
His voice close to her ear drew her out of her musings, and she shivered as his breath tickled her skin. Looking up, she returned Garrett's smile even as her whole body seemed to flush with the idea that he'd gone to such lengths for her. "Oh really? Just for me?" she said softly, dark eyes locked on his blue ones. "And why might you go through all that trouble for little ol' me?"