A Resolved Heart

He frowned at her through the lenses, sighing through his nose as his eye rolled. Ruth’s mood shifted, the teasing not quite hitting him as he’d usually let it while his head drifted, distracted, delaying his stiff nudge back.

Yeah. Sure. Then again I’m involved - naturally so - but there’s the potential for some sort of fuck up. Meg’s got a record of being a clutz. If she makes it down the aisle without falling over, colour me surprised.

The comment about lacing her with spider venom had Ruth pushing the lenses up into his hair. He stared at her, slightly offended, but shrugging his brows and hiding again, Ruth knew he deserved it given his reputation. I don’t drug people deliberately, without their consent, unless they’re dying or a bastard causing trouble. I’m not that kind of bastard. Sure he’d maybe spike some punch with rum, the effects of alcohol were more easy to manage, but he’d be turning himself in before roofying someone for the kick of it.

Of course I know how to dance. I just do it better horizontally. Still, even in a mood he couldn’t resist that little nugget, that smug grin back to full spread. Sighing, I don’t need lessons, I know how. If there isn’t a fuck up on the day… maybe. Who am I kidding, the bride will have me up so it’s a possibility you’ll get a spin out of me. Rolling his shoulders awkwardly he made no promises there was still a lot to do between now and then.

Chuckling a little, Ruth nodded. You won’t be able to miss him, he’s a slim, tall fucker, but sure, I’ll point him out and egg you on. You’ll be drinking, it’ll be easy. He was the bad influence afterall.

@Theodora Oridotti