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spinrightround (spinrightround) wrote in pandorarpg,

She noticed his eyes watching her fingers, and again when they paused on their way back up. She could feel her face flush, knowing that it wasn't 'The Dancer' he was looking at, but Alicia. Ever since she'd begun this line of work, she'd made that distinction between woman on the stage and the girl who still loved a good game of quidditch. At the moment, however, that line was getting severely blurred.

"Well..." She toyed with the idea of lying, but George was a friend, and she didn't feel right lying to him, not about this anyhow. "At first, I honestly didn't think you'd go for the booth, but when you said yes..." She shrugged, momentarily at a loss for words. "I guess there are a few reasons. I thought I could stay professional about it, like I do with the massage. I also suppose it would have seemed more suspicious had I suddenly changed my mind. And, well, I guess I still feel a little guilty about knocking you over this afternoon. I figured you deserved something nice to finish off your day."

Her eyes shifted from his to look at her fingers as they released his lapels to smooth over his blazer. "And considering some of the blokes around it, it's always more enjoyable when the bloke's a bit fit, you know?"