[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Nairn chuckled, as she dribbled drink down her chin. She rubbed her face with her collar, and he shrugged. Eh, at least you didn't spill it on John-Marc. Did that once, wouldn't recommend.

He hummed, and flexed the arm in question. Bit of pain, but nothin'll interfere with work.

And then she took... a moment. She hesitated. And it took everything in him to hide the fact he wanted to frown. Why was she hesitating? Did she not... want to go with him?

But then, she was agreeing, and he flushed. Another compliment. Lesgo now? Before it gets too dark. He'd not be able to think about anything else if he didn't at least show her where not to go tonight. Knowing she was walking through the streets on her own was enough to make him uneasy.

Not too many people fucked with Nairn; but the C was open game to some of the crims out there. He'd need to make sure she was seen with him, even if it was just a tour and nothing else. 'sides, Ruth's starin'.