She'll let him do that, then, because nursing her third is about all she's good for. She doesn't want to do something in a drunken stupor that would .. make him uncomfortable being there. And she's certainly beginning to feel it.
"Mm. Sit down. I'll put it in." Which she does, sauntering over and fiddling with the machine for a minute - it's ready to be replaced, she's had it since she was around twelve - and then she returns to sit on the couch, very cognizant about how much space she's put between them. She's not hugging the opposite side of the couch, but she's careful not to sit in his lap, too.
...Now why did she go and think of that? She raises the glass to her lips.
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Date: 2010-09-24 02:29 am (UTC)"Mm. Sit down. I'll put it in." Which she does, sauntering over and fiddling with the machine for a minute - it's ready to be replaced, she's had it since she was around twelve - and then she returns to sit on the couch, very cognizant about how much space she's put between them. She's not hugging the opposite side of the couch, but she's careful not to sit in his lap, too.
...Now why did she go and think of that? She raises the glass to her lips.