( that's really not the answer he's expecting. panicking, something about how she'll go, blah blah blah don't call the sheriff, that would be what he's expecting. certainly not vying for something she should know full well he can't give her. she's a pretty thing, but she's also a pretty young thing, obviously young enough that she shouldn't be finagling her way into a drink.
he stares her down, stare not giving very much away. the silence doesn't offer a whole lot, either. he doesn't look like the sort of guy that would be willing to give a teenager a couple of beers, and frankly he's not. he looks exactly like he is, quiet, fairly unassuming, probably hasn't even parked illegally in his life. he should refuse, he knows that, and yet... )
Come on, let's go. ( the statement doesn't give her much of anything, but it's plenty likely he's just kicking her out. he's got a job to keep, after all. he flips the torch back off, mostly because he wants to loosen his tie and he doesn't have the hands for it if he's shining the highbeam at a strange blonde. impossible to tell in the dark that he only has one hand that can move, though. he tugs at his tie and moves closer, clearing his throat expectantly. you first, princess. )
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he stares her down, stare not giving very much away. the silence doesn't offer a whole lot, either. he doesn't look like the sort of guy that would be willing to give a teenager a couple of beers, and frankly he's not. he looks exactly like he is, quiet, fairly unassuming, probably hasn't even parked illegally in his life. he should refuse, he knows that, and yet... )
Come on, let's go. ( the statement doesn't give her much of anything, but it's plenty likely he's just kicking her out. he's got a job to keep, after all. he flips the torch back off, mostly because he wants to loosen his tie and he doesn't have the hands for it if he's shining the highbeam at a strange blonde. impossible to tell in the dark that he only has one hand that can move, though. he tugs at his tie and moves closer, clearing his throat expectantly. you first, princess. )