Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in wihh_logs,
"Well, we did agree to go to a jazz club, which this isn't, so obviously we'd have to actually get up 'n' go."
Him waving the credit card into his hand make her quirk an eyebrow, but she refrained from any other kind of comment. She stood with a dancer's grace and led him to the street.
"It's about a block this way, cher." His hand on her hip was welcome, and she rubbed up against him. "Just so we're clear, that means you've got no interest in sex, then?"