Re: log: joey & ella, gatsby
She nodded assent to timelines cut tight by sitters and little girls who pressed warm cheeks up against her cool one and didn't care one bit for Gatsby, for the slow, melodic smoke of it as it coiled around her bones. One star-bright fake diamond slid from the long tangle of a blond curl and puttered to the step without a sound. Ella didn't notice, she smoothed her hands over her bare knees.
"It only lasts so long," she said, looking back over her shoulder at the smoky din that was the club, but it was her music box, her snow-globe and she liked it the way it was even if it was a handful of hours stolen here and there. She nudged her bare shoulder against his shirt-clad one, pleased that he sounded less like all he could see were the bars behind him.
She didn't think herself immaculate, she was smudged spots and darned nylons and a dress that didn't fit except for safety pins, dark spots burned black in her own mind's history. But she didn't see that in the curvature of his smile. "Come back sometime?"