[And how very differently he'd look at her if he knew how much of him she really does have locked in her head. For now, he just rolls his eyes - fuck it, if she's not needing clarification, then neither is he. They don't have any status quo to change anyway, so why not call it a start and avoid all the touchy-feely talk.
And finishing the bottle's a great start.]
Hand it - fuck, it's done? Give it to me anyway. [He snatches it out of her hand, then shoves his filthy shirt inside with a tail hanging out the end, like a molotov cocktail without the gasoline (because what need does he have for that?) Shirtless beneath his jacket, no shoes or socks on yet, he walks down to the water's edge and lights up the tail end before hurling the bottle toward the water; it catches light and explodes just like the real thing, right in midair, shards of firelit glass falling into the ocean.]
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Date: 2015-10-04 02:30 pm (UTC)And finishing the bottle's a great start.]
Hand it - fuck, it's done? Give it to me anyway. [He snatches it out of her hand, then shoves his filthy shirt inside with a tail hanging out the end, like a molotov cocktail without the gasoline (because what need does he have for that?) Shirtless beneath his jacket, no shoes or socks on yet, he walks down to the water's edge and lights up the tail end before hurling the bottle toward the water; it catches light and explodes just like the real thing, right in midair, shards of firelit glass falling into the ocean.]