[ Her eyes widen minutely, an equally mild frown curving the flat line of her mouth. The implication there is that clothes-melting rain may in itself be unprecedented, but the peculiarity of it isn't uncommon. Jess doesn't even want to know. As soon as her drink is in her hand, it's on her tongue. She chugs it down with zero regard for Margo's generosity.
And she won't blame her for revoking it, considering she's already flagging the bartender down for a refill. ]
New York. [ No point in asking if anyone's figured out a way back. Presumably if they had, none of the submissives would be here. ] You?
no subject
And she won't blame her for revoking it, considering she's already flagging the bartender down for a refill. ]
New York. [ No point in asking if anyone's figured out a way back. Presumably if they had, none of the submissives would be here. ] You?