Re: Corner couch: Banner/Harl
'Course, ya gotta remember, Harl wasn't stupid n she wasn't oblivious. The taut shimmy meant to insert space between them was noted, as insubtle as it was, and the girl backed off, fulfilling her end of the social contract however reluctantly, purple drink sloshing all the way. She settled against the back of the sofa without grace, knees together and dress twisted. She sipped from the glass edge of the dainty glass. She didn't think anyone earned points for not bein' offended at sex with anyone else, so she didn't think anything of the man's lack of offense. She just slurped at sugar, blinking black lashes when he insisted he was off the market.
Uh-huh. He didn't want to talk about it, referred to Kitty, but not by name, meaning he thought the relationship was implied, which piqued Harl's curiosity. She was as aware as he was that Kitty wasn't around. Kitty was her date after all n she'd been ditched. Again. She tilted her head to the side and chose to ignore everything he said after the bit 'bout Kitty n her claws.
"Kitty is hissy and jealous, but you don't mind, huh?" Her smile was slow in smeared lipstick, all innocence in spite of the lingering sheen of sweat that shined under damp hair from her tryst. "Ain't she lucky."