Leaning forward, Jack half-closes one eyes in a lazy sort of wink, reaches up to tip up her hat like she's trying to get a better view of the fella in front of her.
Well, who could blame her? It's a fuck of a nice thing to see.
"Coulda fooled me," she drawls, the tip of her tongue running along the inside of her teeth as she grins again. "You make a fine cowboy, Mz Barlow. But, well, hell. It sure makes this thing feel a little weirder knowin who's behind the new faces, don't it?"
For her, anyhow, and not least because she hasn't exactly been restraining herself.
In more ways than one.
But her eyes are laughing and twinkling like this is all the world's best joke, and in a way, in kind of is.
"Well, what d'you say? Care to split a dish of that ice cream with a rodeo cowboy? I got kind of a sweet tooth, and seems to me that'd be just the thing."
There she goes again. It's like it just falls right out of her mouth, but then, Jack's always had trouble with keeping herself quiet when she ought to.
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Well, who could blame her? It's a fuck of a nice thing to see.
"Coulda fooled me," she drawls, the tip of her tongue running along the inside of her teeth as she grins again. "You make a fine cowboy, Mz Barlow. But, well, hell. It sure makes this thing feel a little weirder knowin who's behind the new faces, don't it?"
For her, anyhow, and not least because she hasn't exactly been restraining herself.
In more ways than one.
But her eyes are laughing and twinkling like this is all the world's best joke, and in a way, in kind of is.
"Well, what d'you say? Care to split a dish of that ice cream with a rodeo cowboy? I got kind of a sweet tooth, and seems to me that'd be just the thing."
There she goes again. It's like it just falls right out of her mouth, but then, Jack's always had trouble with keeping herself quiet when she ought to.