[ not him making eye contact with the rest....... the rumor mill is going to have a field day after this weekend. too bad ishmael's already becoming too drunk to care, as she watches him snatch her drink from her nose and swallow it down for himself.
that's so hot. she's not going to admit that out loud, though. she is feeling the stares of practically everyone in their vicinity however, and the urge to run and hide her face is rising. but instead, she's going to get on her tiptoes and whisper into sylus's ear. ]
What if I don't want to share?
[ wow ]
give me an ish megane icon so i don't feels self conscious anymore
[ her breath is close enough to his skin that he can feel the heat just from their proximity alone. or maybe it's the alcohol that's coursing through both of their systems. instead of giving any real response at first, he moves her hand a little higher. he then presses his lips against the underside of her thumb. he pretends like he's savoring whatever bit of wine may have spilled. in reality, there could have been none at all, but who would be none the wiser?
when he speaks, his voice comes out quiet. a vague hint of intimacy steeped in every single one of his syllables. ]
Then you'll have to take it from me. But, oops. [ there is no hint of remorse in the way his voice draws lower. ] I already drank it, so what will you do now? [ they really doing this in front of god and everyone... ]
i dont have one even tho she'd be perfect w it, cries
[ the people at HR are probably drunk off their asses at this point, because one of them would've pulled her away from her by now. if not them, then her coworkers who could take this opportunity to escort ishmael away and hit up sylus instead. but no, they're staring -- some with jealousy, some with secondhand embarrassment because girlie can do so much better than this tbh.
back to ishmael, she doesn't care about that right now. she has to prove to sylus that -- that...
what is she trying to prove to him again? ]
That's a surprise for another time.
[ she pulls away her thumb that she was stroking against his bottom lip and brings it up to her own lips for a taste. damn ]
Anyway, I shouldn't be keeping you. My friends are waiting... [ she says while she takes a step back from him and turns around, only to stumble on her feet a little. girl, help ]
[ when she pulls away, however brief the touch may have been— he feels a natural swell of disappointment. (but, maybe it's for the best when sylus' next move may have been to [redacted] it.) it's laced in the way he releases a soft sigh, barely heard now amongst the whispers and distant conversations.
however, while most would have potentially called it a night and recouped their losses, sylus has no intentions of doing so. instead, when she steps back and she stumbles, his hands are already moving to steady her.
to begin with, sylus wasn't one to squander a clear opportunity. ] Another time? But, it looks like your friends have other plans. [ ... and when she says her friends are waiting, he seems to look at them, an easy, almost relaxed quirk of his lips. he even gives them a small wave, as if to indicate that he was taking her home. is this where she sends the signal to be saved, or was she going to graciously accept his help?
he should be more worried that this could all unravel in seconds, but...
sylus was never lacking in confidence. (unfortunate) ]
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that's so hot. she's not going to admit that out loud, though. she is feeling the stares of practically everyone in their vicinity however, and the urge to run and hide her face is rising. but instead, she's going to get on her tiptoes and whisper into sylus's ear. ]
What if I don't want to share?
[ wow ]
give me an ish megane icon so i don't feels self conscious anymore
when he speaks, his voice comes out quiet. a vague hint of intimacy steeped in every single one of his syllables. ]
Then you'll have to take it from me. But, oops. [ there is no hint of remorse in the way his voice draws lower. ] I already drank it, so what will you do now? [ they really doing this in front of god and everyone... ]
i dont have one even tho she'd be perfect w it, cries
back to ishmael, she doesn't care about that right now. she has to prove to sylus that -- that...
what is she trying to prove to him again? ]
That's a surprise for another time.
[ she pulls away her thumb that she was stroking against his bottom lip and brings it up to her own lips for a taste. damn ]
Anyway, I shouldn't be keeping you. My friends are waiting... [ she says while she takes a step back from him and turns around, only to stumble on her feet a little. girl, help ]
this has to change...
however, while most would have potentially called it a night and recouped their losses, sylus has no intentions of doing so. instead, when she steps back and she stumbles, his hands are already moving to steady her.
to begin with, sylus wasn't one to squander a clear opportunity. ] Another time? But, it looks like your friends have other plans. [ ... and when she says her friends are waiting, he seems to look at them, an easy, almost relaxed quirk of his lips. he even gives them a small wave, as if to indicate that he was taking her home. is this where she sends the signal to be saved, or was she going to graciously accept his help?
he should be more worried that this could all unravel in seconds, but...
sylus was never lacking in confidence. (unfortunate) ]