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| Patrick | Jul 23 2009, 11:08 PM |
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He caught her frown and matched it with one of his own. What had she to be sad about? After all she had escaped from jail as well as had her ring back, and now here she was at a party with free food and drink. He had been happy simply to see her there, but perhaps that wasn’t the case. Perhaps that now she had her ring back, she was ready to be rid of him, toss him aside like a broken jewelry box, throw him out into the streets. Nah; that couldn’t be it. But he still frowned as he waited for an explanation, and when he heard it he rolled his eyes at her. “Oh, I have no doubt that you would have caught up to me eventually. I just figured I would make it easier for you.” He shrugged lightly before looking at her with a glint in his eye. At least she didn’t feel guilty about it Sure, luck probably had something to do with it, but then again, didn’t everyone in the entire realm turn out for this thing? It was a simple process of elimination, and he just made the right choice in finally deciding to attend. When she bumped him with her elbow, he glanced at her teasingly, almost as if daring her to do it again. His gaze returned to look out at the ocean again as she took a sip of the wine. Her demeanor changed slightly with the compliment, though he didn’t quite understand why himself. He took compliments in stride, with a smile and a shrug. But her response made him wonder how she saw herself. He considered contradicting her, telling her that he thought she had a beautiful smile and laughter like music, but decided against it. After the reaction to one simple phrase, he expected she’d probably push him off the bridge if he went any deeper than that. “Well for all you know I could have a peg leg under one of these boots, so I say we go for it.” He stood, somewhat less gracefully than she had done, and went to stand next to her. Offering his arm, Patrick bowed his head at her like he had seen several other men do this evening when escorting their own companions into the building. He wasn’t quite sure of the significance of such a gesture, but it seemed the polite thing to do. His way of copying their gesture was somewhat comical, a fact that was only enhanced when he winked boldly at her. Leading towards the building, he glanced down at her leg on more, his curiosity getting the better of him, as it usually did. “Where’d you pick up the cast anyway?” He wondered from the moment that he first noticed it, but didn’t think it best to come right out and ask about an injury. But now the conversation had been flowing well, and he didn’t feel like a jerk asking about it. Anyway they were making their way through the main doors, and there was plenty to look at. What seemed to him hundreds of couples on the dance floor, tables of food and drink, and there, amidst it all, were their hosts, sitting still as stone. Hopefully they could avoid the pair, for he was getting a bad feeling just by looking at them. |
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