[ Silco's pen hits that paper, the beginnings of a careful scrawl on that fine (if she knows him, expensive, durable) piece of paper. Silco's pen hits that paper, and then some, right as Lottie's ring clad hand moves into view, just in his peripheral. Gentle, slow, enough to let him recognize it's not some random nosey weirdo but a friend. Nails sparkle a hue of orange β it shimmers in the barely there light, makes a nice contrast to the dark liquid that sloshes in the glass she slides over. Whiskey on the rocks, something she knows that's just as classy as it is awful. The only default drink she really knows, but never partakes in.
Lottie's adorned in a gaudy little fur coat, all black instead of her favorite pink. It adds body to her that conceals her dress for the evening, a delightful in-between of 'dressed up' and 'dressed down'. Her hair is carefully styled, purposely messy where she needs it, half up and half down, leaving the single earring on her person at full display.
It swings, moving as she tilts her head down at him to ask just loud enough over the music: ]
Studying already?
[ Lottie doesn't ask, doesn't really think much of whether he'd like her to bug him on one of his nights where he's purposely sitting by himself. She wonders if this is another one of his spots, the ones where he's staked claim without having so much as to lift a finger to say so. She slides into the chair opposite to him, carrying her own drink (this one reasonably more light, a little perfume-y). Her nose is on fire and her lungs slightly burn from the smoke wafting in the air, collecting at the top, but she still smiles β it's soft and a little tired, but warm all the same. ]
I thought I'd get you something. [ She says, as if it wasn't already obvious β ] I can't remember if this was the drink [ It is, but she's playing it off β ] you had at the bar that one time but.. Hi.
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Lottie's adorned in a gaudy little fur coat, all black instead of her favorite pink. It adds body to her that conceals her dress for the evening, a delightful in-between of 'dressed up' and 'dressed down'. Her hair is carefully styled, purposely messy where she needs it, half up and half down, leaving the single earring on her person at full display.
It swings, moving as she tilts her head down at him to ask just loud enough over the music: ]
Studying already?
[ Lottie doesn't ask, doesn't really think much of whether he'd like her to bug him on one of his nights where he's purposely sitting by himself. She wonders if this is another one of his spots, the ones where he's staked claim without having so much as to lift a finger to say so. She slides into the chair opposite to him, carrying her own drink (this one reasonably more light, a little perfume-y). Her nose is on fire and her lungs slightly burn from the smoke wafting in the air, collecting at the top, but she still smiles β it's soft and a little tired, but warm all the same. ]
I thought I'd get you something. [ She says, as if it wasn't already obvious β ] I can't remember if this was the drink [ It is, but she's playing it off β ] you had at the bar that one time but.. Hi.