London stared after the two that retreated from the room, listening to see how long before their steps stopped on the other side of the doorway. Her face still stung and if she'd had a mirror there was no doubt in her mind that a handprint would have stared back at her, perfect and vibrant red against her tan skin. It could have been much worse, though, and she knew that.
Golden eyes swiveled back to Rose the moment she heard chair legs scraping over the concrete floor and she schooled the inkling of fear in her breast as she watched him take a casual, almost familiar seat in front of her. He didn't seem like the sort that could be sweet talked but maybe if she tried hard enough? She didn't have any better ideas.
"Sounds like it," she said coolly, then made a great show of raking her eyes down from his and over the bits of his body that she could see. Shoulders, draping arms, and over legs that were splayed around the back of his chair. The smirk that tugged at her lips wasn't entirely faked but survival was definitely more important than a good time with some pretty bloke and an accent.
"We could have some first, you know, I always wanted to go out with a
bang." One bright eye winked and she made a 'pop' with her lips, trying her damnedest to seem playful and ignorant. It wasn't far off from reality.
