05-04-2013, 12:35 AM
Mate. That's the word she sidesteps. At least, that's what Calden assumes goes in that curious little space. He's polite enough to let it go, to not hound after it, pry.
Another sip. And a smile which is nearly a smirk. "Well, I suppose there's a chance of things remaining proper until ten-thirty. Though," a glance over his shoulder, where across the way and behind the bonfire there's a shriek of girlish delight and a whole chorus of rowdy male laughter, "I wouldn't put money on it. You should just cut your losses, stash her in the house now, and partake freely in the debauchery. So long as no one takes a compromising picture, I'm sure you'll still get plenty of business in the morning."
Another sip. And a smile which is nearly a smirk. "Well, I suppose there's a chance of things remaining proper until ten-thirty. Though," a glance over his shoulder, where across the way and behind the bonfire there's a shriek of girlish delight and a whole chorus of rowdy male laughter, "I wouldn't put money on it. You should just cut your losses, stash her in the house now, and partake freely in the debauchery. So long as no one takes a compromising picture, I'm sure you'll still get plenty of business in the morning."
BECAUSE OF LIGHT AND DUTY AND REASONS.