She said she worked for a government and a gang, and she's some kind of a witch, able to pull him from the brink of death, so he doesn't question that she was about to kill men, or something else. But she moves up the bed, and Tommy's eyes slide over her. She's more curvaceous than most women he knows, even movie actresses he's seen. A well fed girl, but not just that. Tall, too. Lizzie's height or so, he'd reckon, with them sitting beside each other, but not willowy like her.
"I couldn't tell you what chiffon was if you put it in my hands," Tommy admits. But he does think of Lizzie, after the Field Marshall attacked her because he couldn't get to her fast enough. Her rage and hurt and her new dress all in disarray. Not torn, but the same sort of indignities involved.
"Can I smoke?" Then, more importantly, "Do I get to know your name?"
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Date: 2018-12-05 03:07 pm (UTC)"I couldn't tell you what chiffon was if you put it in my hands," Tommy admits. But he does think of Lizzie, after the Field Marshall attacked her because he couldn't get to her fast enough. Her rage and hurt and her new dress all in disarray. Not torn, but the same sort of indignities involved.
"Can I smoke?" Then, more importantly, "Do I get to know your name?"