vegasdoe:

     _{{ She emerges a few moments later, paper cup in hand, smirking at the boy that’s still waiting for her. She takes a sip and wipes whipped cream foam from the top of her lip — it’s hot chocolate. }}

     _{“Thanks.”}

     _{{ And now her voice is almost genuinely sweet, and isn’t that just the strangest thing? }}

     _{“I remember when I was young and able to drink caffeine right before bed and not have it bother me. Those were the days.”}

  _{[ She doesn’t even have to try to make him think dirty thoughts at this point. ]}

     _{“You’re the one who asked.”}

  _{[ There should be a bite in his tone, but there’s not. ]}

      _{“Christ, Vegas, you’re not that old. Like –– what, three years? Less than that.”}