[Under normal circumstances Nate might be less cavalier about these kisses, but he has imbibed a significant amount of hard liquor and nothing sounds better than indulging impulse. The alcohol makes his skin buzz pleasantly under her fingers.]
A broom closet? Seriously?
[Nate grins, all teeth, against Elena's skin. He can't remember the last time he saw one here, but this is one of the few streets left that happens to be lined with largely empty two-story shops. At least the lack of rubble means there is a lack of potential gravel in uncomfortable places.]
I might know a place.
[A desolate Mom-and-Pop style joint across the way. Not the height of romance, but beggars can't be choosers and his impatient hands wander up under her shirt, at the small of her back.]
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A broom closet? Seriously?
[Nate grins, all teeth, against Elena's skin. He can't remember the last time he saw one here, but this is one of the few streets left that happens to be lined with largely empty two-story shops. At least the lack of rubble means there is a lack of potential gravel in uncomfortable places.]
I might know a place.
[A desolate Mom-and-Pop style joint across the way. Not the height of romance, but beggars can't be choosers and his impatient hands wander up under her shirt, at the small of her back.]