Re: Marvel, Saranac Lake: Sylvie & Dec & Clem
[Naturally, Declan didn't go joining Clementine on the couch, obdurate cur that he was. He did, however, circle to the back of the couch, elbows tacking deep in the leather spine near her left. He bent against it, beer bottle dangling from his fingers and dripping condensation onto her shoulder before Declan bothered switching it to the other hand. She demanded a story, and Declan smirked in taking a swig of his beer.] Don't you start in on that until I've had another drink.
[He pressed the cool bottom of that bottle against the back of her neck, an idle tease to pass the time. With any luck, Sylvie would soon arrive, giving Clementine somebody else to go poking at about stories and other such conversational nonsense. And, like producing a very queer rabbit from an old familial hat, Sylvie was suddenly at the door. Declan moved to open it before Clementine could, not that he expected her to feel inspired about rising from the leather. Door open, and he caught Sylvie around the shoulders before she could think about fleeing. He recognized the telltale contemplation of escape in her furrowed brow. Out of all their siblings, Declan figured that Sylvie and himself had a certain penchant for scowling evasion in common.]
Perfect timing. [And he dragged her over the threshold with minimal effort.] Come entertain your sister so she stops pestering me. [He got the little one in a brief hug, casting Clementine a wink from over the top of Sylvie's dark head.]