[ And she's in his space again. Close enough that he can see the exact color of her eyes, close enough that she can tell his left one is fake. There's a moment where Sharkface is fairly certain she's going for a strike - a hidden weapon or her bare hands? - and goes still again. Breathes out and waits for it, relaxing in a way he hasn't anytime earlier in the conversation.
Violence is easy. He knows how to fight in a way he doesn't always know how to talk or stand around other people. In a moment it'll be over, this play-acting, and the brutality will shove everything into easy alignment. It's a relief. He won't have to pretend anymore.
And then she's moving back, easy as you please.
It occurs to him that it might not have been a threat. Or at least not in the way he was expecting.
His smile thins. He doesn't like this anymore. ]
Really.
[ He finishes his drink but holds onto the glass, running his thumb along the edge. He can break it, if he needs to. Use the edge. It'll draw blood if he does it just right. A weapon or a distraction, whatever he needs. ]
What'd you do, Vandii? When you're not talking to strange men.
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Violence is easy. He knows how to fight in a way he doesn't always know how to talk or stand around other people. In a moment it'll be over, this play-acting, and the brutality will shove everything into easy alignment. It's a relief. He won't have to pretend anymore.
And then she's moving back, easy as you please.
It occurs to him that it might not have been a threat. Or at least not in the way he was expecting.
His smile thins. He doesn't like this anymore. ]
Really.
[ He finishes his drink but holds onto the glass, running his thumb along the edge. He can break it, if he needs to. Use the edge. It'll draw blood if he does it just right. A weapon or a distraction, whatever he needs. ]
What'd you do, Vandii? When you're not talking to strange men.