A Slice of Life (Jersey)
Oct 27, 2016 18:21:22 GMT -7
Post by Hope on Oct 27, 2016 18:21:22 GMT -7
With no further words, Hope arose from the table, and once again mustering up some level of confidence, be it through self-deception, or simply pride in his achievement of attracting the older, attractive woman; he placed an arm around her lower back. Fishing the ten dollars out of his pocket to pay for the food, leaving them on the table, he left, not even saying goodbye to Sal, something he hadn't done in a long time. Taking her by the waist, he exited the diner, the once-again all too recognisable ding of the bell on the door being his final step out for the day. Walking around the exterior of the building, he escorted her confidently to the staircase on the side of Big Joe's, allowing her to step up first. As they approached the door to the small apartment he called home when not at the FOB, he unlocked the door, stepping inside and turning on the lights.
The apartment was fairly dingy, dimly lit, not especially well furnished. However, it had a fairly sizable television, a single large couch and most surprisingly, smelled particularly nice. A particularly perceptive nose would detect masculine scents. Sandalwood. Musk. Pine. He took pride in the way his house smelled, one would assume, and it showed. He offered her a seat on the couch with a hand gesture, and fetched two cans of an imported beverage from the fridge. Branded as 'Chu-Hi', it was clearly alcoholic, a large '9%!' emblazoned on the can. As he popped open the ringpull, a small fizz and the smell of lemon exuded from the top. It smelled pleasant, and it was probably likely to get them both rather inebriated, should they be intent on finishing the case. He picked up the remote to the television and turned it on.
The apartment was fairly dingy, dimly lit, not especially well furnished. However, it had a fairly sizable television, a single large couch and most surprisingly, smelled particularly nice. A particularly perceptive nose would detect masculine scents. Sandalwood. Musk. Pine. He took pride in the way his house smelled, one would assume, and it showed. He offered her a seat on the couch with a hand gesture, and fetched two cans of an imported beverage from the fridge. Branded as 'Chu-Hi', it was clearly alcoholic, a large '9%!' emblazoned on the can. As he popped open the ringpull, a small fizz and the smell of lemon exuded from the top. It smelled pleasant, and it was probably likely to get them both rather inebriated, should they be intent on finishing the case. He picked up the remote to the television and turned it on.
