OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

[wrens]

prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.

 

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[ins]

[ Hollis takes the proffered glass with a slight nod, the curve to his lips twitching once as he meets her gaze. ]

Just swell, gingersnap. [ (There's only one thing he never calls her, and that's Red.) ] Just swell.

[ It's true, these days things come to him as opposed to the other way around, but he hasn't gotten where he is by being lazy, and even those in his outfit know that, at any given moment, he could cut and run and be no worse off for it. For first and foremost, Hollis is a survivor. (He's survived worse hunters than those who populate Constantinople.)

That smile grows, now, as he raises his glass in her direction, chin dipping once. ]

Cheers.

[indiscretion]

[ Once upon a time she'd secretly bristled underneath those sort of saccharine platitudes, only to discover that they weren't saccharine at all. If anything they were absolutely beastly and it turned out that Betina rather liked that that about Hollis. (She likes a lot things.)

Most men — arguably none at all — are allowed the sort of familiarity with her like the kind that he has and it's the kind of nickname that would earn anyone her jackal smile and a snapped spine, but since it's Hollis, she does nothing of the sort. Her eyes sharpen just so as she tilts her glass to his, chiming their edges together. Another ringing note sound. ]

Cin cin, [ she declares and then tips the glass back. Her mouth leaves a red crescent of lipstick on the rim. ] Tell me you're not here on business, Hollis.

[ins]

Strictly on pleasure, dollface, [ he tells her, and he seems sincere enough. (Or at least, the wolfish grin on his face is nothing if not intent — intent upon her.)

While nicknames and easy words are things he uses on most anybody, with Betina, they're something of a specialty. They're sharp things — details meant to get under the skin and meant to draw closer. Most others, he'd devour and be done with. But since it's Betina, he does nothing of the sort. ]

Not to worry.