[ Seth chuckled, unconsciously pushing up the sleeves of his henley already bunched at his forearms. The black flames of his tattoo on his right arm peeked out of both sleeve and neckline. He wore pants, not jeans with shoes that weren't dressy but neither were they loafers or sneakers.
He gave a glance around the place then brought his gaze back to the blonde. ]
A gift for a friend from home that I met here.
[ His answer was simple and easy though he felt anything but inside. ]
So you're a cocktail waitress? Somethin' tells me you make a killing at it.
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[ Seth chuckled, unconsciously pushing up the sleeves of his henley already bunched at his forearms. The black flames of his tattoo on his right arm peeked out of both sleeve and neckline. He wore pants, not jeans with shoes that weren't dressy but neither were they loafers or sneakers.
He gave a glance around the place then brought his gaze back to the blonde. ]
A gift for a friend from home that I met here.
[ His answer was simple and easy though he felt anything but inside. ]
So you're a cocktail waitress? Somethin' tells me you make a killing at it.