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- Posted: Mon, 26 Nov 2012 14:57:07 +0000
"A schoolgirl alone in the desert sounds like an opportunity to me," Nadine observed, taking a long drag before blowing smoke towards the ceiling. The nails of her left hand drummed against the counter in the manner of someone unused to having them, the clack of plastic against wood. The excessive number of bracelets on that wrist knocked against the counter and each other, a tiny and fidgety cacophony.
"So are you anatomically correct?" she wondered at Thulu, almost biting her right thumbnail before the unfamiliar feeling of acrylic in her mouth stopped the unconscious gesture. She placed the cigarette back in her mouth in its stead, thumbnail now tapping against the ring on the same finger. "No tentacles while you're in man-mode?" Tact was something that happened to other people.
"I'll take something with cucumber if you've got it," she responded to the offer of food. "For purely platonic reasons," she added, lest there be any confusion. "We'll be careful not to muss your clean cushions," she assured him, smiling over the rim of her glass as she took a gulp - nothing so ladylike as a sip for her. "Maybe we can find a room!" she suggested to Carrie, as if their eventual liaison was a certainty. "Or we can find a nice bit of floor - something easy to clean, like stone. This place looks like it would have some marble somewhere. There's something lovely about two warm bodies against cold marble, isn't there?" It was not clear if this question was rhetorical, or if she expected Carrie to have an opinion on floor sex.