[ She doesn't pay any attention to him for a second, reaching into one of the bags she'd had to pull a few things out of it. It's sort of a shame they're already a little wrinkled, but that can be fixed no problem. Then, she's turning to face him, hands on her hips for the half a minute it takes to give him A Look before going to help him with the rest of the stuff she'd brought. Charlie isn't going to let him dictate the mood of this thing; anyway, she'd wanted to cheer him up. ]
It's a wedding, not prom. [ Or had he missed out on that too? She considers asking, but instead, she starts to unbutton the sweater she's got on over her clothes. ] All you have to do is sit. Relax some. I ain't about to bite you or anything.
[ Which is kind of weird. She'd have figured she'd have been the one to worry about that, and for a second, she's back in that hallway with the heat of his breath against her cheek. Charlie shakes her head, pulling her arms free from her sweater. She eyes him. ]
Or am I gonna have to make you? [ This shouldn't be that hard, Dean. Come on. ]
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Date: 2015-06-19 03:11 pm (UTC)It's a wedding, not prom. [ Or had he missed out on that too? She considers asking, but instead, she starts to unbutton the sweater she's got on over her clothes. ] All you have to do is sit. Relax some. I ain't about to bite you or anything.
[ Which is kind of weird. She'd have figured she'd have been the one to worry about that, and for a second, she's back in that hallway with the heat of his breath against her cheek. Charlie shakes her head, pulling her arms free from her sweater. She eyes him. ]
Or am I gonna have to make you? [ This shouldn't be that hard, Dean. Come on. ]