[The voice falls fondly upon her ears - or one of those, at least, as the other is pressed against the cold skin of her arm. Riley takes a drag, peers through the cigarette smoke and smiles at the sight. Did he not see her, or what?
So she gets up from her seat, a mess of limbs and hair, and falls on the seat next to his, draping lazily on the table again.]
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So she gets up from her seat, a mess of limbs and hair, and falls on the seat next to his, draping lazily on the table again.]
What, rough night?