"I know what you like," Andy teased when he took the glass, setting her own, once sipped, on her bare stomach just below the swell of her ribs, despite the hiss from the ice and condensation on her skin, the contrast of warmth and cold something lovely. She didn't mind at all laying out in the sun and basking in the warmth. It was a lot more tolerable than being in the middle of the desert: here at least they had drinks, and nice air conditioning to escape into.
"Eh, you're not a bum yet. Not while Nicky's going to make you cook with him. You know he doesn't trust the rest of us in the kitchen."
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Date: 2020-09-14 12:32 am (UTC)"Eh, you're not a bum yet. Not while Nicky's going to make you cook with him. You know he doesn't trust the rest of us in the kitchen."