‘ CLOSED STARTER FOR @ashcrs.
perhaps it was naive to fiercely believe that this one time seemingly changed the dynamics between him and her to such extent, yet she was unable to deny that her initial resentfulness towards his person had been exchanged for a sense of comfort. in a way, the new side of asher denvers that had never been shown before this moment, had managed to make its way onto her good side. made spending her minutes with him bearable, even whenever her attraction for him was not in overdrive. and although the presence of the blond was one she would, in any circumstance, not accept as easily, this once she caved. perhaps because she wanted to give him another shot at proving her wrong about him. or maybe it was how his masterpiece of facepaint created on her facial features would and should not go to waste.
“ no, no, wait — i’ve got a good one now, ” one of adala’s hands had extended, only to offer asher the glass ; a first round of drinks had been ordered, adala wishing that tonight was one to not be remembered. her focus had to be shifted at all times, centered on anything but reality. right now ? the center of attention was the male right in front of her. “why are skeletons so calm ? ” the narrowed glance of her emerald hues, merely intensified by the heavy make up around her eyes, was aimed in his direction, a questioning glimpse burning in the corners of her eyes. in a nearly teasing hiss, barely audible above the music in the background, the brunette muttered, “ because nothing gets under their skin. ” subsequently, words were followed by a shrug of her shoulders and the initial seriousness painting her features loosening up to form somewhat of a smile. “ you can’t deny, that was a decent one. ”
the cup was lifted to her lips, merely lifted to take a sip of the golden liquid. perhaps it caused a moment of silence, only briefly causing for adala to purse her lips together in an attempt to break through the instant tension that she detected, even when it might not really be there ; nevertheless, silence was one thing she wanted to avoid more than ever. deep down, she wanted to say thank you — for what he did. however that was something she wisely kept to herself, something that he most likely would not hear falling from her lips. ever. “ nothing against this entire skeleton look, though — you look okay. maybe even good, ” she finally broke the silence once more, her free hand reaching out to have her slender fingers playing with his ; barely intertwining them together, but still having the sensation of her hand holding onto his. “ i am still amazed by how you managed to do, you know — all of that. improvised and everything. ”












