[ when someone looks as stunning as roxy does in that dress, it hardly matters whether or not they fit in. cassidy soaks in the jealous looks that come his way when she joins him. and of course, once they get to drinking, she fits in just fine.
his fingers slide over hers, his own callus-rough and with several white scars standing out against his tanned skin. he's wearing a few rings, a couple of them heavy with precious and semi-precious stones. ]
With any luck, you'll find out soon enough.
[ with his free hand, he lifts his tankard and looks at her over the rim. ]
Oh? Thinking can be a dangerous thing. [ he takes a sip, sets the mug back down. ] Dare I ask what about? [ he does, and he is. tell him. ]
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his fingers slide over hers, his own callus-rough and with several white scars standing out against his tanned skin. he's wearing a few rings, a couple of them heavy with precious and semi-precious stones. ]
With any luck, you'll find out soon enough.
[ with his free hand, he lifts his tankard and looks at her over the rim. ]
Oh? Thinking can be a dangerous thing. [ he takes a sip, sets the mug back down. ] Dare I ask what about? [ he does, and he is. tell him. ]