Re: Jeremiah & Janis
Janis perceived a faint opening. She'd just walked into his house after all, in open invitation, and asked for liquor. But he wasn't doing anything about it. She was neither insulted nor, exactly, disappointed. Sex wasn't what she was here for. Intimacy yes; sex... not necessarily. And intimacy was a long game with low stakes for a creature like her. So they always thought to themself.
Janis chuckled at this idea. "I was boring as a kid, I'll be honest. Followed all the rules. Letters." She lifted up her elbow and tapped her bicep to indicate where a letter would be back when she was in school. These days she thought they still did it, though they had funny letters all over the place. "Then I ran off with the wrong crowd as soon as high school was out. After that, I figured, what was I really trying for?" The white, white smile as she finished her coffee and shifted in unmistakable impression of readiness.
"I came out this way after-" she stopped, since she wasn't going to say 'after the war,' since it was a different war and it wouldn't stand up to questioning. "After I got tired of being out east. Took a bus, then another bus, and now all I do is drive buses." She laughed. "When I was younger I was thinking movie star, you know how it goes." Wink.
"So?" Shifting her feet. "How about you show me the rest of this palace? Then next time you can have cheap instant in an antique bus stop." Laugh.