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From: 867_5309 |
Date: February 6th, 2011 07:52 pm (UTC) |
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"You could have been more subtle," Jenny chided him, folding her legs under the table as he rubbed his shin. She gave the menu a quick glance over while Charlie ordered, only slightly clenching her teeth together when he ordered the ashtray. She should have expected it, he always did it, but she was still irritated. She'd deal with that once the waitress was gone; it would be rude to make a scene.
When the waitress looked her way, Jenny closed her menu and handed it to her. "I'll have chicken fingers and fries.. and a root-beer float to drink, please."
Once the waitress was out of sight, Jenny kicked his other leg. "Just because they let you smoke in here doesn't mean I want to smell it," she hissed, lips pouting right after.
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From: 867_5309 |
Date: February 6th, 2011 08:03 pm (UTC) |
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"I never asked you to take me out," she muttered, settling in and watching him rolling his cigarette, despite her earlier protests. He was right, he did need it, and there was no point in fighting him seriously about it. Her elbows rested on the table, and her chin rested in her palms as she stared at the tabletop.
She looked up when the waitress came back, reaching out and taking her drink. She mimicked Charlie, taking a sip before setting it to the side beside his. Her eyebrows furrowed when he mentioned the woods.
"I bet you didn't see anything," she suggested, mostly just wishful thinking. She really had no desire to know what was out there, especially if he was going to go around out there even against her wishes.
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