[ she does scoot away a bit, staring up at midnight... honestly she's realizing she's Not Into this level of closeness, and trying to think of someone she's more comfortable with in the same position is




she's putting it from mind she needs to be able to actually look sinclair in the eye when she sees him tonight. don's turning away to try and hook another beanbag with her foot. ]

I shall pardon thee, if only because it should seem that the good doctor's drinks have gotten the better of thy mind. I will not be so kind the next.

[ -- there okay great she has her own awesome perfect she's escaping from beneathside him. ]

Have thee-- [ faceplant into the softness. mmmmm. turning back to face him, fixing her twisted skirt. ] Have thee enjoyed the night otherwise?