Re: The lake: close to the water
She hadn't thought of the boats on the water's surface. They were there and they were obvious, but even if her will wasn't holding on to her stomach contents, she had a distaste for any experience rocking about in something small and yet totally beyond her control. The woman in the black dress liked control, it was why she had wills and usually, no regrets. The thought of crawling inside one, to bob along the lake's water caused another delicate shudder.
He lit up again and she had no comment. She did not object to the cigarette, because the smell was largely inoffensive, or it was now she had made her mess into the water. The cigarette pinpointed where exactly he was, and she liked that. Her head turned sharply when the lighter flared and her face was taut and focused on looking at all the bits of him she could see for that span of seconds. It wasn't acquisitive, that look. It wasn't remotely apologetic either. She didn't feel apologetic, even if she had interrupted his solitude to be sick.
He didn't look like the kind of man who made sudden movements. This did nothing for her, under the black dress. She didn't move towards him but she didn't move away, either. Her feet were cold, but she didn't sit. The idea of it made the hairs on the back of her neck run upwards and she dismissed it before thinking briefly, longingly of the little room with the bar that she had glimpsed on her way out.
"Force," she said carefully, "Sounds like they held your nose and made you. There were choices." She had made hers, there were in fact choices. That she'd made a stupid one was her reality. She didn't know what he had drunk because he was stood here on the bank and she was willing to bet heavy money it hadn't been happy.