[ Andy isn't usually one to sleep in after a one night stand, but to be fair, it feels like she got off about half a dozen times between the alley and his bed, so if she's a little slower to rise than normal, she can't really be blamed. It takes her a few extra minutes to get out of bed, all tousled hair and bleary eyed. Fuck. Speaking of gigs — ]
Can't stay.
[ Her voice is still a little rough from sleep when she answers, wandering around looking for where her clothes ended up. In the interest of time, she ends up borrowing a shirt without asking, pulling on her jacket over it and doing a bit of a hop-and-tug to get her trousers on. Her fly's still down when she starts heading for the ramp, smoothing her hair back into some semblance of a ponytail as she goes.
She almost blows right by him but — hell. Something makes her pause. She looks at him a second, then leans in to press a fleeting kiss to his mouth. ]
See you around, hot shot.
[ An ironic choice of words, maybe, considering she never plans on seeing him again. ]
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Can't stay.
[ Her voice is still a little rough from sleep when she answers, wandering around looking for where her clothes ended up. In the interest of time, she ends up borrowing a shirt without asking, pulling on her jacket over it and doing a bit of a hop-and-tug to get her trousers on. Her fly's still down when she starts heading for the ramp, smoothing her hair back into some semblance of a ponytail as she goes.
She almost blows right by him but — hell. Something makes her pause. She looks at him a second, then leans in to press a fleeting kiss to his mouth. ]
See you around, hot shot.
[ An ironic choice of words, maybe, considering she never plans on seeing him again. ]