Re: quicklog -- steph/dami: stephanie's loft.
[Stephanie rolled her eyes hard at his comment about her clothes and turned just enough to lean her side against the counter, elbow propped next to her tumbler as she rested her head on the plateau of her folded fingers. But, the smirk was there. Oh, she knew half the time the shit that Damian said was to stir the pot, to get underneath someone's skin. Today? She wasn't feeling sensitive -- yet. They'd have to see how far into the night they got before he poked at the very right bruise that caused her to lash out like an injured wild animal.
But, she was okay for now.]
You know, all the comments about my clothes make me thing you're looking too closely, pervert. [A grin, something soft around the sides as a little bit of her whiskey warmed her insides. Her voice mimicked his.] "You're dressed like a prostitute, your shirt is too big, I'm obsessed with what you're wearing, blah blah." [Clearly, she was teasing, and she poked at his side as he rubbed Bandit's fur. She shook her head.] No, baby bird, I told you it's visitor's choice. Unless this is what you wanna do? [She raised her glass in a cheers as she took another sip of it, and then she nodded towards the cat.] That's Bandit. And this big boy -- [She leaned down to flop his yellow ears.] -- is Flounder. I thought you'd like my pets more than me anyway.