Re: [nye party quicklog]
I went traveling. I picked up some suave along the way. Before, I was a dorky Repose kid. Now, I'm a man. [She curled some blond at his forehead, and he only stiffened briefly when he worried she'd try to pull the beanie off his head. His hair was long, sticking out from beneath the knit, and it covered the pointedness of his ears on its own, but he still worried about the beanie coming off. Repose was full of weird shit, but the last thing he wanted was the girl on his lap running off screaming on New Year's Eve. But the beanie stayed safely put, and his lackadaisical smile returned.] If you caught up with suave, I think you'd plant yourself on its lap and curl its hair around your fingers.
[He glanced at the pig in question.] Surrender is not a Ranger word. [That was part of the creed, but Patrick said it with a jock smile that said he didn't put much stock into the mandate.] I'm at your service. The pig's bound to be disappointed, though. [He reached a hand down, in case the pig wanted to come say hi.] Sorry, buddy. Them's the breaks.
[She bounced her legs, and he rested a hand on her knee.] I can do that. [He cleared his throat, and he went back to toying with a strand of her hair. This time, he curled it around two of his fingertips while he looked at her.] You smell really good, like strawberries and forests, and you're glittery like clear summer nights. You're pretty, Destiny. Really fucking pretty. [Suave wasn't so suave when it came to being earnest, but there you have it. He let go of that curly strand of brown, and he watched it spring back up.] And your ass feels really good on my lap. [Wink.]