“They’re sayin’ romance is dead, y’know. Just tryin’ to keep th’art alive, luv.”
John tilted the neck of his beer towards her. Waiting for a cheers.
“To old flames?” Pushing his luck with labels.
“I’d say you should take better care of yourself.”
Death looks over at him, dark eyes peering into his very being. She smiles.
“You don’t have to do all your most dangerous stunts to see me, John. You’d only have to ask.”
“I dunno. I’d have to think ‘bout it.” He’d shrugged casually as if he had something to consider.
“Would if I told you I did most of my dangerous stuff to see you again?”
She doesn’t usually end up paying for things anyway. Actually, she can’t recall a time she ever has.
“What’s the occasion for this bribery? Just Friday?”