If I come up with something actually good, then sure, I guess.
[Ellie shrugs her shoulders, lifting her eyebrows, surprised- it's been a long, long fucking time since she's met anyone new, held an actual conversation with anyone she hadn't known for years. In Jackson there are few strangers, and those people are more comprised of the news they carry, the things they need, than themselves.
And this guy is genuinely being cool -- enough for her to bite back a laugh at the thought of how those brownies would turn out. She sets her glass on the bar, is about to offer to buy the next round, return the favor, when he asks.
... and its a fucking weird sensation. Something dropping in her chest and stomach, displaced and strange and so beyond unfamiliar. The smile disappears, and Ellie looks back at him in a way that might have been insulting if the shock and confusion weren't so genuine.]
Oh, I'm-
[Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. She searches for the word, has a moment of panic as she fumbles for it.]
no subject
[Ellie shrugs her shoulders, lifting her eyebrows, surprised- it's been a long, long fucking time since she's met anyone new, held an actual conversation with anyone she hadn't known for years. In Jackson there are few strangers, and those people are more comprised of the news they carry, the things they need, than themselves.
And this guy is genuinely being cool -- enough for her to bite back a laugh at the thought of how those brownies would turn out. She sets her glass on the bar, is about to offer to buy the next round, return the favor, when he asks.
... and its a fucking weird sensation. Something dropping in her chest and stomach, displaced and strange and so beyond unfamiliar. The smile disappears, and Ellie looks back at him in a way that might have been insulting if the shock and confusion weren't so genuine.]
Oh, I'm-
[Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. She searches for the word, has a moment of panic as she fumbles for it.]
... really gay.