[ she stares at him like she's devouring him and it shouldn't get under his skin like it does. he swallows but refuses to look away. if there's any annoying quality he has, it's the inability to back down from a challenge, and this certainly qualifies. ]
I didn't say it was funny.
[ frank's voice is small, he's leaning towards her still, but the violence has drained out of him just like that. she knew he would never have hurt her anyway or she wouldn't be here. she's not as into being as harm's way as he is by far. ]
Though, seems like you got your laugh anyway.
[ slowly, he turns back to his drink and wraps his hand around it, his big meatfist practically disappearing the bottle it encircles as he drains the rest of his beer. this is the part where he goes, right? he should... go. he doesn't, though, just hunching over the bar until he thinks of something clever to say or gathers the wherewithal to leave. something about this feels unfinished and he can't quite put his finger on it. ]
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I didn't say it was funny.
[ frank's voice is small, he's leaning towards her still, but the violence has drained out of him just like that. she knew he would never have hurt her anyway or she wouldn't be here. she's not as into being as harm's way as he is by far. ]
Though, seems like you got your laugh anyway.
[ slowly, he turns back to his drink and wraps his hand around it, his big meatfist practically disappearing the bottle it encircles as he drains the rest of his beer. this is the part where he goes, right? he should... go. he doesn't, though, just hunching over the bar until he thinks of something clever to say or gathers the wherewithal to leave. something about this feels unfinished and he can't quite put his finger on it. ]