He was doing it on purpose. He was enjoying it. They could have taken the back routes, avoided running into anyone. But noooo.
She barred the door and stood there, arms folded, expression ugly. It was almost as if she was awaiting a blow. Her normal inquisitiveness was gone; but for a quick look 'round the room, her sole focus was the stubborn git in front of her, with his alcohol (ever-so-generously purchased). Smugness? It was there. She knew how to look for it.
But what was rutting worse -- the worst, actually -- was that she knew he deserved that smugness. He'd outstripped her. She'd brought a knife, and he'd brought sodding cannons. Cannons! Of all the blary things, cannons. So, yeah, she showed him how galled she was. She showed him her ugliest expression.
Jealousy.
She barred the door and stood there, arms folded, expression ugly. It was almost as if she was awaiting a blow. Her normal inquisitiveness was gone; but for a quick look 'round the room, her sole focus was the stubborn git in front of her, with his alcohol (ever-so-generously purchased). Smugness? It was there. She knew how to look for it.
But what was rutting worse -- the worst, actually -- was that she knew he deserved that smugness. He'd outstripped her. She'd brought a knife, and he'd brought sodding cannons. Cannons! Of all the blary things, cannons. So, yeah, she showed him how galled she was. She showed him her ugliest expression.
Jealousy.
