[ There are worse ideas than beer but, yeah, she would prefer her own B. Jess snatches up a fork and digs into her dish, leaning over it until the noodles are safely in her mouth. Then she ducks out to grab her bourbon. Returning with it in hand, she fishes a glass out of his cupboards, surprised with her own familiarity. She pours herself a double, in the interest of fewer refills, grabs her food and joins him.
She's barely had half a second to get a look at him. It's like she forgot that his beard has been banished, because it keeps taking her off-guard. Maybe what was so strange about the kiss in the doorway wasn't the kiss itself but how it felt. Eh, a little column A, a little column B. ]
With a tragic past, no doubt. [ She looks over the dogs to pick out the one that's least recognizable to her. So that's what a Bernese mountain dog is. Good to know? ]
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She's barely had half a second to get a look at him. It's like she forgot that his beard has been banished, because it keeps taking her off-guard. Maybe what was so strange about the kiss in the doorway wasn't the kiss itself but how it felt. Eh, a little column A, a little column B. ]
With a tragic past, no doubt. [ She looks over the dogs to pick out the one that's least recognizable to her. So that's what a Bernese mountain dog is. Good to know? ]