Re: quicklog: mary/dylan
[She had cool socks. They weren't loud-bright or he would have asked where she got em. Gab couldn't wear a lot in bed but she liked socks and she liked tights under the gown. He had the tights from Scientist Gwen on the way in the mail and Dylan looked at M's socks brief, quirk of the mouth before he leaned down to toe off his sneakers.
Dylan didn't wear boots when he didn't have to. They were regulation-issue and he wore em more often than he wore anything else but his chucks were dust over red and the laces were frayed. And it was OK, that she didn't wind up flirty. Dylan wasn't. Sucked at that kind of thing. Direct, yeah, flirty no. He handed over tequila and he picked a spot on the bed and sat, foot curled under his thigh.]
Better go short than long. Town will go crazy. And we'll run out of food. [The stores were shut. Bars too.] Your mom into the woods too?