Re: Outside: Clementine & Rudy
It could be that she would die to protect, body literally torn to shreds in the process, but Rudy read her as having more than one sting to her. He could have been wrong, but it was how she smelled, how that flora bloomed on his tongue beneath tobacco burn, and the way she smiled at him, too much white. It didn't matter. He didn't think on it too long or too hard. It was an impression, immediate, fleeting, a footprint in muddy shore, washed away.
"Lying is genteel." He repeated, condensing the message she was giving him, drier now than before. He gave another one of those lips-peeled-back smiles. "Good to know. I'd hate to be anything but that."
Rudy walked up to the bar, between stools surly, and he got her her bourbon and he got one for himself. It didn't take but a minute, and he had returned, both drinks in hand. He passed the woman her glass. The script prompted his next question. "What's your name?"