For the promise of a nice cool drink Booker could be tempted. He lazily made his way over with a few gentle kicks of his legs.
He folded his arms over her lap and rested his chin on top of them. "Sounds like you're going to make me something very sweet."
She probably meant he should come sit with her but this was more entertaining to him. Considering how much they had draped themselves all over him recently he figured a little turn about was fair play.
Booker wasn't picky about alcohol but he did prefer things that burned instead of sweet things that hid how much alcohol was actually in the drink.
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Date: 2020-09-13 03:01 am (UTC)He folded his arms over her lap and rested his chin on top of them. "Sounds like you're going to make me something very sweet."
She probably meant he should come sit with her but this was more entertaining to him. Considering how much they had draped themselves all over him recently he figured a little turn about was fair play.
Booker wasn't picky about alcohol but he did prefer things that burned instead of sweet things that hid how much alcohol was actually in the drink.