[ No problem, Stacy says and Alexa doesn't touch upon the issue further, why the fuck should she when the other girl sweeps it so easily aside and she can't for the fucking life of her tell whether it's courtesy or her actual feelings on the matter. Though, she's pretty sure it's courtesy, Stacy seems the well-mannered type unlike certain others she knows. Fuck.
While the girl hits up the cash register, she watches her with the sort of intent that's allowed when someone juggles numbers that'll go out your wallet. Her hair has a nice fall to it, all curls and sunshine. She's equally round-faced and fresh-faced, though there's nothing really naive about her, she just seems the bright-spirited type by nature. Who the fuck knew those kinds of people even existed in this grim world anymore?
Alexa herself had forgotten. Long ago.
Then, Stacy tells her the purchase is on the house and who's she to turn such an offer down? Now she might even get that ale at Rosebud tomorrow night, that's great, right? Except, she has no idea why she's never seen the other girl at the club, because the vibes are strong with this one and yet, throughout the last five years when she has frequented Rosebud, Stacy's never been. She'd like to see her on the dance floor, to be honest.
Blinking, she clears her throat again and manages a halfway polite: ]
No, it's fine. Thanks. [ An uncomfortable moment of hesitation. Finally, Alexa decides to fuck it all up, if that's what'll happen, who can even tell. But it's her style. ] Hey, do you want my phone number? That way you can keep tabs on me. Make sure I don't let another couple of months pass.
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While the girl hits up the cash register, she watches her with the sort of intent that's allowed when someone juggles numbers that'll go out your wallet. Her hair has a nice fall to it, all curls and sunshine. She's equally round-faced and fresh-faced, though there's nothing really naive about her, she just seems the bright-spirited type by nature. Who the fuck knew those kinds of people even existed in this grim world anymore?
Alexa herself had forgotten. Long ago.
Then, Stacy tells her the purchase is on the house and who's she to turn such an offer down? Now she might even get that ale at Rosebud tomorrow night, that's great, right? Except, she has no idea why she's never seen the other girl at the club, because the vibes are strong with this one and yet, throughout the last five years when she has frequented Rosebud, Stacy's never been. She'd like to see her on the dance floor, to be honest.
Blinking, she clears her throat again and manages a halfway polite: ]
No, it's fine. Thanks. [ An uncomfortable moment of hesitation. Finally, Alexa decides to fuck it all up, if that's what'll happen, who can even tell. But it's her style. ] Hey, do you want my phone number? That way you can keep tabs on me. Make sure I don't let another couple of months pass.