Re: Log, Ocean's Eleven, Seven Hills: Sam A & Cris M
She didn't try to drag her foot back when he caught it. She let him press his fingers into heel beneath white, and she didn't kick, yeah? It felt kind of nice, and she laughed when he said she looked better than she did, because he was full of shit. He propped her foot on his thigh and she deliberately pressed her toes against muscle beneath denim or whatever. She made a sound of pleasure at the feel of thumb against arch, and who the fuck cared if someone noticed? Not her. What were they going to say? Hey! Junkie homeless girl! Behave! Nah, she knew they expected her to cause trouble. People always expected girls like her to cause trouble, yeah? It was half the reason anyone looked her way in a place like this. As much as they looked down their nose-jobs at her, they wanted to know what it felt like to be filthy beneath all those designer duds. Yeah, well, filthy wasn't interested in playing. They'd have to wait for the next low-rent girl to end up in these scrubs.
She didn't slide the lipstick across her lips. Fuck, no, she was too interested in what barrio would say, do, how he would handle the woman with hungry stare that was blatant as the room was seafoam. That gold tube rested warm in Sam's palm, and she shook her head when he asked if the woman was a friend of hers. The thick, dark braid slid over her shoulder, and Sam's inky gaze was drawn to that wetting of his lip like she was dehydrated fucking thirsty or something.
But it was that little boy's look down, the near-embarrassment with the crazy woman's hunger that made Sam take pity and turn her attention back to money and her voracious melancholy. "Unless you want me telling hubby moneybags about the janitor, I'd step off, yeah? Oh? And this?" She held up the lipstick. "I think I like it. Thanks for letting me keep it." Ok, so the woman was unhinged, but she liked men, that was for sure. Sam smiled sweetness in need-braces white, and the woman turned angrily and left.
Yeah, so there were some real crazy bitches here, but some of them Sam wasn't sure about. Like the chick rocking in the corner over there? Really blown in the head. Horny janitor lady? Unfocused, but up for debate.
She looked back at Cris, and then she pulled her foot away from his thigh. It was meant to get his attention back, yeah, and she tucked both feet under herself. Ass against her heels, and she knelt on the seat and leaned forward to pull all the pawns away from his side of the board. She left the king sitting there, a knight and bisop at the king's side, and then she leaned back again. "Háblame de él," she said, like it was a challenge to make up the story, and the lipstick was rolled-up red, and she lined her lips with the thin tip as she spoke; she didn't need a mirror or the window, yeah? She just looked at him as sin stained her lips.