A Resolved Heart

He knew she didn’t, but Ruth’s mouth couldn’t let it slide. It was wicked, quickly turning the conversation again to his usual lewdness. Humming and aahing as she claimed that she’d hold him to a dance. Truthfully there was a part of him that wished she’d make a claim on something by sitting all pretty on hi-, but he banished those thoughts away again. Get a move on, Ruth.

Ruth shook his head, hand fixing the strap of his satchel and looked to the sun’s bearing in the sky. Na, Lanky Colty will just flush red and scarper, waste of a show flashing it to him. Seeing you pissed though? Might actually make this thing worth it. A complete lie, a decade or more had been agonisingly too long for the pair to finally tie the knot. But we’ll see what happens. I might just get pissed and if Mina doesn’t come along, well, then I’m sure there’s a pretty boy or girl I can slip away with. It is a wedding. Plenty of eligible hookups to be had… perhaps even more than one. He’d snicker to himself, and then with a shake of his upper body sobered somewhat.

Right. Well. Invitation safely handed over, now I’m off. Raising a hand awkwardly, Ruth wasn’t quite sure how to go about leaving. Did they shake? Hug? No. Definitely no hug. He settled for a heavy few pats of her head before turning away with a wave. Remember. It’s a Wedding. Not a date with a slut, unless… he’d half turn, well on his way and peeling the shades away briefly so his wink at her was seen.

~ Fin
@Theodora Oridotti