"I wasn't feeling very well, anyway," said Eleanor, wrinkling her nose slightly, apparently very fascinated with what remained of her martini in her glass as she said it. "Lots of really weird dreams."
Well, just the one, actually, which she knew hadn't been one at all, but it was generally easier to chalk it up as one and move on than anything else.
She hesitated, and swallowed down the urge to say that she had a good time on Friday, too, with another gulp of her drink, bolstering herself to move on from getting too deep into that as she looked over at Kamala again.
"I had a really good time, too." It babbled out of her even though she was pretty sure she'd washed it down, her words apparently one of the few things she couldn't control after they were spit out of her. And mortified with herself as she was that she'd said it, she still didn't drop her eyes again.
She did, however, try again to say what she was actually attempting to.
Re: The Bar - 07/10.
Well, just the one, actually, which she knew hadn't been one at all, but it was generally easier to chalk it up as one and move on than anything else.
She hesitated, and swallowed down the urge to say that she had a good time on Friday, too, with another gulp of her drink, bolstering herself to move on from getting too deep into that as she looked over at Kamala again.
"I had a really good time, too." It babbled out of her even though she was pretty sure she'd washed it down, her words apparently one of the few things she couldn't control after they were spit out of her. And mortified with herself as she was that she'd said it, she still didn't drop her eyes again.
She did, however, try again to say what she was actually attempting to.
"Do you know what you're going to sing already?"