Oh, he noticed. He noticed early on, but what the fuck was he supposed to do about it? Go running around the whole friggin' place looking for her? Nah, that ain't his style.
"Thanks." Now he pockets the key again, same place it was before: he ain't worried she's gonna pick it out of there again. Not now that she knows he knows. She's good and this is far from the first time he's had that thought. Not on this trip, and not before. He knew it the first night he met her, and that other guy he was talkin' to that night still owes him drinks over this.
Yeah, right: like he's ever gonna see him again.
Once he's got that key, he offers Lara his arm. "Want dinner?" He sure as fuck does. He didn't kill three hours waitin' for nothing.
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Date: 2008-12-21 07:28 am (UTC)"Thanks." Now he pockets the key again, same place it was before: he ain't worried she's gonna pick it out of there again. Not now that she knows he knows. She's good and this is far from the first time he's had that thought. Not on this trip, and not before. He knew it the first night he met her, and that other guy he was talkin' to that night still owes him drinks over this.
Yeah, right: like he's ever gonna see him again.
Once he's got that key, he offers Lara his arm. "Want dinner?" He sure as fuck does. He didn't kill three hours waitin' for nothing.