It was surprising how quickly the time had gone by while she was in his home. She'd always enjoyed the warm and welcoming feeling the loft seemed to radiate, but tonight it was exceptionally so. She wasn't sure if this was because of the cans she'd been steadily knocking back, or if it was due to her present company. When she let her gaze shift from the beer in her hand to said company, she couldn't help but allow the grin to light up her face.
"What're you smilin' at?"
"The fact that I'm about to be $50 richer," she said slyly while taking another slow sip.
Her presumptuous attitude didn't appear to register with him. He attempted to match her grin, succeeding only in a goofy, tired smirk while he reached under the table for another drink.
But his searching hand found her thigh instead.
And suddenly she lost the feeling of the alcohol clouding her brain.
So she took a deep breath and prepared to launch a barrage of verbal abuse at him.
