08-31-2023, 08:53 PM
The more he talked it over, the more excited Rune got. She was literally on the edge of her seat, nodding along quite emphatically. And it had nothing to do with the second-hand milkshake (with bourbon - yum). It was the first time she’d seen Mik truly pensive. He seemed a little like a different person then. Smart, she meant. Not that he came across as dumb, but there was something really interesting about how he kind of shifted from one facade to the other all while still being so completely him. She swallowed a twinge of nervousness at the idea of being more than one thing. Of showing different sides to yourself to others. Rune knew a lot about that kind of thing. Usually she found it fun, flaunting secrets, but when the time came to actually show the cards, when the stakes were real, she usually shied away last minute.
And she found herself at that exact same threshold now. The job sounded amazing, and she could actually do it. She was sure. Though she’d never had a real job in her life. Plus she didn’t even know if she was still legally in the country, but that was a problem Mik could probably figure out later. So it wasn’t the work or even the idea of having actual responsibilities that made her second guess herself.
It was the clothes.
She bit her lip thoughtfully, and wondered if she could change the subject somehow. “Oh my god white russians! Yes i love those!” she nodded readily at the offer, and when the drink was ready, gulped at the smooth creamy cocktail like she hoped it would smooth out some of her nerves too.
“I love makeup. LUVE it. You’d shit a kitten to know how I used to look. And my hair too. I used to style my hair in every color possible. But I’m not sure I can pull off the rest. Everything below the neck is, well… I’m not like sexy. I mean, not like other girls.”
Between the boozy shakes and the white russian, she wasn’t quite as nervous, and wondered what it would be like - no it was a stupid idea. He'd not be into her. But still, she pat the cushion next to her to see if Mik might come a little closer. Meanwhile, she chewed at a bit at her thumbnail and looked up. The dark circles under her eyes were probably all the darker by the motion.
And she found herself at that exact same threshold now. The job sounded amazing, and she could actually do it. She was sure. Though she’d never had a real job in her life. Plus she didn’t even know if she was still legally in the country, but that was a problem Mik could probably figure out later. So it wasn’t the work or even the idea of having actual responsibilities that made her second guess herself.
It was the clothes.
She bit her lip thoughtfully, and wondered if she could change the subject somehow. “Oh my god white russians! Yes i love those!” she nodded readily at the offer, and when the drink was ready, gulped at the smooth creamy cocktail like she hoped it would smooth out some of her nerves too.
“I love makeup. LUVE it. You’d shit a kitten to know how I used to look. And my hair too. I used to style my hair in every color possible. But I’m not sure I can pull off the rest. Everything below the neck is, well… I’m not like sexy. I mean, not like other girls.”
Between the boozy shakes and the white russian, she wasn’t quite as nervous, and wondered what it would be like - no it was a stupid idea. He'd not be into her. But still, she pat the cushion next to her to see if Mik might come a little closer. Meanwhile, she chewed at a bit at her thumbnail and looked up. The dark circles under her eyes were probably all the darker by the motion.