Re: The Bar: several drinks in
On any other day, maybe she would have fought against being drawn to the man who held a natural ease and magnetism. But it was so easy for a sweet girl to get swept up in that sort of dream. She tilted when he did, mirrored the easy posture, and looked to (finally) be enjoying herself. This was more of what she'd wanted from the night.
He promised a night of good things, and she believed him. He was the type that a girl could believe and not worry that she'd find herself on the wrong end of such a promise gone wrong. Or given falsely. When she looked back up at him again, he was giving her that smile that her gut told her to trust, and that made it easy to slip her hand into his and curl her fingers around his palm. From there, she used the offered point of balance to unfold her legs and tip herself off of the stool. There was a bit of a waver as she slipped down, but she seemed steady enough once she had both feet on the ground. She was particularly short, especially in only socked-feet, and she stepped close as she tipped her head back to gaze up at him. "I'd like that..."