The choice of song almost made Slade chuckle. It was the type of thing he would say to someone, if he were that type of a person. When the girl returned next to him, perhaps a seat or two more closer than she had been before, and spoke to him once more- he smirked.
“Not at all. I wasn’t aware that I gave off that thought to those around me, but you are right.”
Her smile grew at this and she chuckled a little, rubbing her thumb absent-mindedly against the glass, the condensation slipping on her fingernails.
“I have an eye for those sort of things, looking beneath the mask and all those kinds of cliches.” She sipped her drink, thinking about what she just said… masks… that felt so odd to say, to this man in particular. T-There was no way that he was… Slade
Clearing her throat she brushed her hair to one side, it was getting a little frizzy from the rain. She re-gained her composure and finished her drink, ordering another glass of whisky. Penelope bit her lip subtly and turned to the man.
“Would you like one? It’s a very good drop.” She asked, being polite, not seductive.
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