Alice gave a small laugh, a little surprised. She was smiling though. “Calling yourself slutty and womanizing doesn’t sound like good game to me,” she pointed out. Not that his game was really working for him. Steve was charming- when he wasn’t making comments that irked her- but she couldn’t seem to get her mind on anyone else. The thought alone was terrifying but it was there and she had to accept that. For now.
“You are so preoccupied with your weight!” she said, laughing again. “I’ll try to put it out of my mind. I don’t know why stuff like that bothers me so much.” Usually it didn’t, she told herself. “It’s not just women though,” she was quick to counter, “I don’t like it when men get the short end of the stick either just because they’re men. It’s just-” she shook her head. “Probably not good truce coversation.” Instead she began to eat. While she didn’t say it out loud, she was pretty proud of herself. The food was good
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“Hey, it’s a fun game, you should try it sometimes.” He said with a smirk as he winked at her. He took another sip from the wine before he set that down. Steve grinned a bit more. “Though, I don’t really think that. I’m told that’s how I come off most of the time.” He shrugged his shoulders a little bit. C’est la vie.
“No, I enjoy working out. I enjoy feeling the burn in my arms as they’re too heavy to move, or the pain that shoots through your muscle when you wake up in the morning and you’re too stiff to move.” He reached down to cut off part of his s0teak before he grinned. “Hey, long as you’re not throwing knives at me, I’ll talk about anything you want.” He tilted his head slightly. Though, then he tossed the bit of meat into his mouth and was silent for a moment.
“Damn, that’s good. I need to get you to cook more often.” He said as he took another bite of the meal. “Though, if you want to talk about someone getting the short end because of how they look..” he said with a grin. “Did you still want me painting some of the pictures you took?” He didn’t look artistic, after all. Dumb jock is what most thought of when they saw him.
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Alice smirked and shook her head. She didn’t want to outright tell him that she wasn’t going to be joining that game any time soon- or not tonight at least- but maybe it would be safer if she did? “Well,” she smirked and wobbled her head back and forth. “Maybe.”
“That may be- but it’s not working out you keep mentioning. I meant it is, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about this chick making you feel fat- or your ten vanity pounds. I know it’s all joking but I think your subconcious is preoccupied Bartender.” She was trying to keep her tone light and playful, it was the best way to go, she was sure.
“Thanks. I’m glad you like it. You’re not missing that special flavor of artificial hormones?” She smiled and continued eating but when he mentioned the pictures her brows went up. “Oh! Right! If you’d like to. I mean it’s really up to you. I can’t pay you or anything, I am pretty much broke after this trip.” Still she got up from the table and moved over to the coffee table, retrieving a pile of photographs she’d had printed up.
“Flip through though. Let me know if there are any you like.”