"Yeah, I'm a real tough riddle," she said with as much sarcasm as she could fit into the words. She got herself comfortable against him and sighed, oddly content. She knew she shouldn't be, she knew she was still trapped and that this place -- wherever this was -- would likely disappear as suddenly as it appeared, but she couldn't find the energy to give a shit. Not right now. Not high and drunk and with her brains all happily fucked out.
She took his hand and rubbed her thumb against his palm, trying to work out what it is she really wanted here. "Listen," she said finally, after a long pause. "Ask me anything you want to know and I'll probably tell you. But, to be honest, I don't even know where to start asking you questions. You're a whole jumbo sized bag of I don't know where to start."
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Date: 2018-03-19 07:30 pm (UTC)She took his hand and rubbed her thumb against his palm, trying to work out what it is she really wanted here. "Listen," she said finally, after a long pause. "Ask me anything you want to know and I'll probably tell you. But, to be honest, I don't even know where to start asking you questions. You're a whole jumbo sized bag of I don't know where to start."