( quickly perusing the nearby guests like anyone might be policing them, she idly drops her empty glass on top of the now forgotten cake fingers in the grass, for lack of anywhere better to put it, before following him to a slightly more private spot. obedient and only a little annoyed that she's letting him tell her what to do like they're still on a job.
but whatever. if one of them has to be in charge, better it be him. )
Thank fuck for that.
( arms crossing around her stomach aren't enough to mask sammy's shudder at the mention of her. )
You don't think this is Lazar, do you?
( the name, for her, still conjures up images of a childhood boogeyman. all the stories they others told seeming too fantastical to be real. )
no subject
but whatever. if one of them has to be in charge, better it be him. )
Thank fuck for that.
( arms crossing around her stomach aren't enough to mask sammy's shudder at the mention of her. )
You don't think this is Lazar, do you?
( the name, for her, still conjures up images of a childhood boogeyman. all the stories they others told seeming too fantastical to be real. )