harlowora:

_{The hundred is the first to disappear into her front pocket. The number careless follows. Not bothering with even giving this fellow a fake number because he looks like he’s anxious to leave — and she’s already got that paper green.} 

_{Turning her attention to the inebriated male. “Listen. I’m going to call you Kit. Because to be honest, I don’t remember your actual name. And you’re going to behave— or you know..”}

     _{Cedric’s responding grin is lopsided. “I like it. I like you, I like alcohol…w-wait, or what?”}