“Do you mind being my date to Leah’s wedding?” Honestly, she wouldn’t be able to stand the looks on people’s faces when she and her ex husband were in the same place. Especially when he had a new girlfriend on his arm. 

*    ⊰    @nolabred​    ⊱    𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴  𝔞𝔫𝔡  𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢  . ↳    what  are  you  smiling  at ?

HE’S  FOUND  HER  IN  A  BAR  ON  BOURBON  STREET  ,   quite  by  accident  .   and  the  night  outside  can’t  steal  from  her  a  vibrant  joy  .   the  pain  in  her  neck  can’t  soften  her  smile  .   she’s  on  half  a  glass  of  white  wine  and  the  hand  that  pulled  him  to  sit  with  her  has  yet  to  retract  .

          ❛  well dwaaaayne  ❜

     he’s still snickering, GRASPING onto the bar counter to steady himself. he’s only had one drink, but it’s the live music that’s got him with the case of the giggles. jason looks up at the older man, smiling with teeth as he takes a deep breath before speaking.

“Good job today, that was a solid arrest, sir.” Ziva tried to smile up at him, but the cut at the corner of her mouth just made her grimace and go back to her palm mirror. Of all the places to get hurt, it was a spot where a bandaid wouldn’t do much good. “You know, when I get called over for my forensic work, I don’t usually go out into the field. Not that I don’t have field experience, it’s just not what happens.” She glanced up at him, the other side of her mouth quirked up. She honestly didn’t mind it, it was just unexpected. 

.@nolabred continued X

In a silvery sotto voce Tubbs breathes, “I don’t think. I know.” Her gaze flickers over him appraisingly. Damn. Pride certainly was certainly appeared suave and sophisticated. He was so fine he could probably kick start a 747. Her pupils round with delight as she studies him. 

His smirk is wholly disarming. It sends a mild shivering flutter across her heart.

Striding across the room she answers, “not at all.” She was grateful that she had experience with ties thanks to her late elder brother. With a graceful flair, she accepts the material. She drapes the neck of the smooth fabric around Pride before gently reeling him. Tubbs stops only when they are standing almost intimately close. Her gaze briefly flickers up to his more stunning one. A nearly blistering blush floods her cheeks at the direction her thoughts happened to be moving towards. God. She wanted to kiss him. In an effort to conceal it, her gaze bashfully averts towards watching her own hands.

Linda didn’t understand it.  She was still a beautiful woman.  Men still turned to look at her when she walked by.  But not her husband.  He was too busy grabbing the asses of waitresses half his age.  It pissed her off.  And Linda wasn’t a good person to piss off.

She decided to settle right next to him, crossing her legs to show them off in her dress.  As if to remind her that she was still a stunner, the waiter stuttered over taking her order.  Linda winked at him as she asked for a gin and tonic.  Then she turned to her husband.  “You know, big daddy,” she said, squeezing his arm.  “If you wanted a brainless trophy wife, I was the wrong choice.”  She removed her hand to put it on his thigh.  “Now if you wanted a wife willing to fuck you in hte bathroom, I’m right here.”