( she's never had the displeasure of a cattle prod. electricity's a poor weapon against a vampire, even one as young as caroline, but she doesn't doubt the pain of it. she does, however, have to wonder what sort of role it might have played in his life where he'd seen one so often. maybe he'll tell her. maybe he won't. )
Wooden bullets, for me. ( that earns the need for a drink, a longer sip that drains her glass of what's left; the empty glass is set aside when it's done, and caroline lets her fingers twine together atop the table in lieu of her lap. she hasn't realized he's lowered his voice, her own hearing picking up the sound just fine all the same, but good conversation manners has her lowering her own out of habit to match. ) Maybe we should get another drink.
( but that would mean getting up, leaving the surprisingly cozy bubble they've created for each other here in this booth. she's not particularly driven to get to her feet. )
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Wooden bullets, for me. ( that earns the need for a drink, a longer sip that drains her glass of what's left; the empty glass is set aside when it's done, and caroline lets her fingers twine together atop the table in lieu of her lap. she hasn't realized he's lowered his voice, her own hearing picking up the sound just fine all the same, but good conversation manners has her lowering her own out of habit to match. ) Maybe we should get another drink.
( but that would mean getting up, leaving the surprisingly cozy bubble they've created for each other here in this booth. she's not particularly driven to get to her feet. )