I know, I know, I know. The shame of it all. [ too bad the way her voice is a little singsongy doesn't exactly convey shame at all ] I won't apologize for being opportunistic.
[ she's not going to read into how she feels a tiny sense of victory when he takes that first step back, but she does, like she won a very low-stakes, unspoken game of chicken. and her somewhat impish smile fades fast when he drops the word 'felony', an exaggerated pout taking its place. but it's mostly just to stop herself from immediately breaking down with the kind of laugh that starts with a goofy "pbffbbbt". she lets him keep the space he's put back between them, but she follows, matching him step for step. ]
Oh, wow. You would really hand me over, just like that? [ there's a very obvious way she could segue this into something much more outwardly flirtatious, and the short pause and the way she's grinning to herself probably makes it clear that she's trying to weigh the pros and cons of it in the moment, but she ultimately lands on- ] I think maybe this could be the part when I tell you that I would do anything to convince you not to turn me in, right? And- I can do that. I would be more than happy to do that. [ as if the shower lifeguard line didn't already make that obvious ] But! First I would like to establish up front that I can also not say it, and that's totally fine too, because I have absolutely no expectations for- anything like that. Because I didn't invite you over just for that. It's not, umm- I wasn't just trying to- You know? [ "booty call". the word(s) she's looking for is "booty call". only she literally doesn't know that there's even a word for it. ] But my point is that we can do... whatever, anything you want. Watch TV, or put in a movie, or- Go for a drive, even! I would love to go for a drive. [ "love to" is a strong way to put it, but it's true, at least??? generally speaking?? her expression turns a little goofy, in a "what is happening what the fuck am i even talking about?" ] ... I'm going to make myself another drink now. Do you want one-? [ a beat ] Unless you actually do want to go for a drive. Then, don't. And I won't either. [ someone put her out of her misery PEASE ]
( his feet carry him to the kitchen, where he rounds the island, pausing momentarily to observe the fridge. lingering on a drawing that's surely holly's. then he comes to a stop, leaning against the edge of the island that faces the kitchen sink. he braces his hands on the island top, and when nancy jokes about this being the part where she tells him she would do anything, he shifts a little. because the idea is more appealing than he'd like to admit, and he has to stop himself from pulling on that thread.
fortunately, he doesn't really get the chance to respond to it one way or the other, because nancy keeps talking. his head tilts a little to the side and he bites his lip to keep from laughing as she rambles. he doesn't remember the last time he saw her this nervous, and part of him would like to think it's his doing, but he's not sure he can take that much credit. he has to remind himself that she's fresh off a break-up with jonathan, and she's had a little bit to drink, and it's probably more to do with either of those things than something like steve's presence. right? )
Nance. Whoa, hey. ( he reaches across the island and lays a hand on her wrist. ) First of all, I know, okay? I know there are no— ( he shakes his head, ) expectations. So, um. You can relax.
( he lets his hand fall away, sliding back to his side of the island. )
Second of all, we can do whatever you want to do. Watch TV, go for a drive... ( honestly he's just happy to be here. ) But, uh. If you are making another drink, I'll take one, sure.
( because even though he just told her to relax, he's feeling slightly on edge himself. and maybe a drink would help. )
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[ she's not going to read into how she feels a tiny sense of victory when he takes that first step back, but she does, like she won a very low-stakes, unspoken game of chicken. and her somewhat impish smile fades fast when he drops the word 'felony', an exaggerated pout taking its place. but it's mostly just to stop herself from immediately breaking down with the kind of laugh that starts with a goofy "pbffbbbt". she lets him keep the space he's put back between them, but she follows, matching him step for step. ]
Oh, wow. You would really hand me over, just like that? [ there's a very obvious way she could segue this into something much more outwardly flirtatious, and the short pause and the way she's grinning to herself probably makes it clear that she's trying to weigh the pros and cons of it in the moment, but she ultimately lands on- ] I think maybe this could be the part when I tell you that I would do anything to convince you not to turn me in, right? And- I can do that. I would be more than happy to do that. [ as if the shower lifeguard line didn't already make that obvious ] But! First I would like to establish up front that I can also not say it, and that's totally fine too, because I have absolutely no expectations for- anything like that. Because I didn't invite you over just for that. It's not, umm- I wasn't just trying to- You know? [ "booty call". the word(s) she's looking for is "booty call". only she literally doesn't know that there's even a word for it. ] But my point is that we can do... whatever, anything you want. Watch TV, or put in a movie, or- Go for a drive, even! I would love to go for a drive. [ "love to" is a strong way to put it, but it's true, at least??? generally speaking?? her expression turns a little goofy, in a "what is happening what the fuck am i even talking about?" ] ... I'm going to make myself another drink now. Do you want one-? [ a beat ] Unless you actually do want to go for a drive. Then, don't. And I won't either. [ someone put her out of her misery PEASE ]
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fortunately, he doesn't really get the chance to respond to it one way or the other, because nancy keeps talking. his head tilts a little to the side and he bites his lip to keep from laughing as she rambles. he doesn't remember the last time he saw her this nervous, and part of him would like to think it's his doing, but he's not sure he can take that much credit. he has to remind himself that she's fresh off a break-up with jonathan, and she's had a little bit to drink, and it's probably more to do with either of those things than something like steve's presence. right? )
Nance. Whoa, hey. ( he reaches across the island and lays a hand on her wrist. ) First of all, I know, okay? I know there are no— ( he shakes his head, ) expectations. So, um. You can relax.
( he lets his hand fall away, sliding back to his side of the island. )
Second of all, we can do whatever you want to do. Watch TV, go for a drive... ( honestly he's just happy to be here. ) But, uh. If you are making another drink, I'll take one, sure.
( because even though he just told her to relax, he's feeling slightly on edge himself. and maybe a drink would help. )