Rolling his eyes as Ana adjusted her dress the man grunted half-heartedly, “This was the only place they offered where I didn’t have’t duck when I walked in,” he muttered taking a long sip of his beer. At first sitting on the couch had felt like a self bet, a good distance away from her figure near the door. But now Vince was beginning to realize it was just inviting her to stay longer than he originally intended. Before he could think to move and usher her out the brunette was already offering to bring more beer. Wincing Vince nodded gruffly, at least she wasn’t being too hands-y tonight –and the prospect of free beer after a long day was hard to pass up. “Go ahead, hope y’ didn’t bring no pussy shit tho’,” he muttered with one final stab in her direction before turning his attention to the flickering tv screen.
As quickly as she could, Ana went out and got the beer from her car. She put the six pack on the coffee table in front of them, sitting down beside him, almost a foot and a half between them. She watched the tv for a few moments before leaning forward slightly. She glanced back towards him, about to speak, but something stopped her. She was never sure what to say around Vince. He was one of the only guys she had ever met who wasn’t falling at her feet. Ana had a way with men, but with Vince she was beyond clueless, and clueless wasn’t Ana’s thing. She was always well composed and ready with at least three snarky comebacks, but since the other night when she broke down in front of him, she wasn’t sure how to proceed. “Does this count as ‘pussy’ beer?” She questioned, pulling a bottle from the box.
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