Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Clementine M/Shane A
Don't you glare at me. It's not real polite. [Said easy, because she didn't fear Shane. She grew up with the most cutthroat folks the world bred, and she didn't scare easy. Scary was Alexander and his damn Hummer, not Shane's glare. And polite was real important. Her roll of eyes said so.
She leaned against his side, like he was a caller come Sunday and they were stepping out for a turn around the perfectly manicured garden. There would be lemonade after, and her momma would do her best to keep attention on her at all times. It was what her momma did, reclining on something white and rattan, with an umbrella just so to block out the sun's aging rays.]
'Course you want to be here. [Said without any doubt, but she glanced out over the water and let the act drop some for a minute.] What am I, sugar? I wonder some these days.