She gave him a sympathetic look, taking his hand and giving a squeeze, "If I say yes, will you actually get into an Uber with me and let me get you home?"
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lifted hand to nudge it between fingers. he takes a long drag outwards, letting it smooth along his lungs as he coughs it out. a soft *fuck under his breathe, held back out.
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thought as much.
look, i’ve got sprite, smints and deodorant on me, and /we/ could really, really use the money. so if you could do me a favour and drag your ass into a cab…
He blinks, squinting as if he’s looking at the sun —- given it’s pitch dark out, not really possible.
He reaches for her hand, a lazy grin sliding onto his lips.
“You wanna come with me?”
"Uh huh...." Samira gave him a disbelieving look, "I'm cutting you off, which I imagine already happened earlier tonight?"
Samira shook her head, reaching over to give his chest a pat, "Go home."
He looks her up and down —- not too shy about it, either.
“Didn’t need an Uber home, I was just takin’ a nap. I was about to go back in.”
Speech slightly slurred, attempting to grind the sleep out of his eyes with his palms.
She stood by his car, in a mid thigh length burgundy dress, covered in an oversized jacket. She gave him a little smile.
"Surely you can afford the Uber home, Bodhi."