NACOLA & GARRETT | 11:50PM
"I like you in anything," she answered, her response immediate and without a hint of hesitation. Nacola didn't feel things like embarrassment or uncertainty right now. To be honest, she didn't feel anything besides a pleasant warmth and a tingle of excitement at being so close to Garrett.
Except maybe the floating head.
Watching as his eyes slid over her was almost a physical sensation. Nacola shivered slightly, as if he were truly passing gentle fingertips along her skin. It was obvious he liked what he saw, at least in her mind it was, but Garrett didn't move closer to kiss her or anything remotely satisfying. "I feel naked," she admitted, glancing down at herself despite how much she wanted to keep looking at him as if checking to make sure she really wasn't. Satisfied, she glanced back up, but he was sipping his drink and seeming to pointedly be trying to avoid her gaze for too long.
Distracted by his smile, yet still feeling the tightness of hopelessness in her chest, she snagged a shot from a guy wearing only a pair of latex suspenders over his very bare (and very muscular) chest. If he was going to drink, Nacola was too.
"You can give me as many things as you want," she answered, not an ounce of second-guessing or awkwardness behind the words. Though one might be able to argue she didn't intend the words the way they'd come out.