chapter : book i, chapter i location : bar & longue tagging : @cherrydiversion
‘ it’s like, harder to tell if you’re lying in the dark, ’ tommy observes, one eye squinting, the other shutting, and the rest of his face twisting up to meet it. as if that would help him think, or perhaps see, better, and discern whether or not macie was bluffing. in the flickering of the three candles that they had gathered, it had a somewhat eerily effect, although more in the vein of early monster movies rather than something genuinely frightening. after a second it returns to his usual expression when they play, the tip of his tongue curling just slightly over his bottom lip.
the darkness he complained of, however, was likely more in his benefit; he was better at card tricks than actually playing cards, and tended to wear his emotions like brightly colored shirts. he considers for a moment longer, before sliding over a single dose packet of ibuprofen and a blowpop, both acquired from the lobby convenience store, which he considered enough to match her bet.
