[ The early bird gets to watch Jimmy pop the door of the cab and scramble out, then stand with his hands on his hips, looking supremely satisfied. He spots Kim only a handful of seconds later, any semblance of composure eradicated as he breaks into a wide smile.
He's drunk, of course. It's different in person: he looks rumpled and underdressed absent his jacket and tie, one of his sleeves rolled up and the other exquisitely wrinkled. He's a wadded-up newspaper blown across the doorstep of this soaring edifice. Maybe not even a newspaper, a candy wrapper. ] Hey you. [ His step is light, if wobbly. His eyes are bright. He plucks at her arm and leans in for a kiss, then gently steers her so they're both gazing up at the building.
He points both fingers upwards, wagging them in a not-terribly-coordinated way. Tracing incomprehensible paths. ] Show me which window's gonna be yours.
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Date: 2022-09-14 02:55 pm (UTC)He's drunk, of course. It's different in person: he looks rumpled and underdressed absent his jacket and tie, one of his sleeves rolled up and the other exquisitely wrinkled. He's a wadded-up newspaper blown across the doorstep of this soaring edifice. Maybe not even a newspaper, a candy wrapper. ] Hey you. [ His step is light, if wobbly. His eyes are bright. He plucks at her arm and leans in for a kiss, then gently steers her so they're both gazing up at the building.
He points both fingers upwards, wagging them in a not-terribly-coordinated way. Tracing incomprehensible paths. ] Show me which window's gonna be yours.