[ He slumps into her—affectionately, in his mind. The counterpoint to his outpouring of energy at the meet-and-greet, the eighty-proof giddiness that he realizes was mostly anticipation of this. This is special. That he can relax with her; that he relaxes into happiness.
He sneaks a look at her, in the skyscraper's cast-off light, face at that hopeful angle, then follows his fingertip as she presses it to the three windows. ] Best view in the city. [ It's easy to picture her up there, high enough that the ten thousand neon signs that scream for attention on the street become a stunning haze of color. Able to see farther than anyone else. ]
Okay, we gotta—meter's running. [ But he says it softly, conspiratorially. With a grin: ] Getaway time.
[His weight sank against her has her pressing a heel into the ground to brace them, her hand curling into his other side, but it's permission to be close, an explanation for affection for any prying eyes.
She thinks, fleetingly, that she has gone backwards in time.
She turns her face to him again, gaze dipping briefly to his mouth before locking with his eyes again. There's a flicker to her face, some failure to suppress her excitement, relishing there being something to come next.]
I heard about— [ He takes a step back, still facing her—his fingers trailing down her forearm. Shoes scraping against the pavement. The spark in her eye could burn the city down. ] —this disgustingly swank— [ He swivels, grabbing for the door to the cab, ready to open it like the gentleman he is. His hand swipes at air.
There is no cab.
For a moment Jimmy stands there staring, as if he can't quite put it together. Akira with his tarot cards all over again, the taxi shuffled away during a lapse in attention. Then: ] No! My jacket's in there! And your— [ He lets out a cry of frustration, somewhere between a harrumph and a howl. He stumbles off the curb, trots a few steps as if to give chase. Throws up his hands at the empty street and heaves a sigh.
It's not until he looks back at her that he cracks a smile. He gestures one more time, sweeping an arm up the street. ] Maybe there's a warrant out on him, he got antsy.
[She follows along with these developments with rapt attention, curiosity giving way to a bemused sympathy giving way to an easy humour, her expression relaxed. A jacket is replaceable. Her souvenir, difficult to miss when she never had it. Jimmy is in one piece and in arm's reach, and that's all she can ask for. There are easy answers to everything else: a call for a replacement car, a message left with lost & found, new memories made.
And, if she's being honest, it's fun to watch him drunkenly troubleshoot it all in real time. She laughs, a noise that pops out of her in one sharp burst, a hand flying to hide her mouth as she does. She smooths herself over just as fast.]
Probably took one look at me and knew he was in trouble. [She manages to inject some gravity into her voice, somehow. Then it's gone like a flash, replaced by a pause, and an eagerness that feels embarrassing in the best way:] Actually, while we're here... come see something with me.
[She reaches for his hand. The streets are quiet enough.]
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He sneaks a look at her, in the skyscraper's cast-off light, face at that hopeful angle, then follows his fingertip as she presses it to the three windows. ] Best view in the city. [ It's easy to picture her up there, high enough that the ten thousand neon signs that scream for attention on the street become a stunning haze of color. Able to see farther than anyone else. ]
Okay, we gotta—meter's running. [ But he says it softly, conspiratorially. With a grin: ] Getaway time.
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She thinks, fleetingly, that she has gone backwards in time.
She turns her face to him again, gaze dipping briefly to his mouth before locking with his eyes again. There's a flicker to her face, some failure to suppress her excitement, relishing there being something to come next.]
Where are we going?
[She's going without question.]
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There is no cab.
For a moment Jimmy stands there staring, as if he can't quite put it together. Akira with his tarot cards all over again, the taxi shuffled away during a lapse in attention. Then: ] No! My jacket's in there! And your— [ He lets out a cry of frustration, somewhere between a harrumph and a howl. He stumbles off the curb, trots a few steps as if to give chase. Throws up his hands at the empty street and heaves a sigh.
It's not until he looks back at her that he cracks a smile. He gestures one more time, sweeping an arm up the street. ] Maybe there's a warrant out on him, he got antsy.
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And, if she's being honest, it's fun to watch him drunkenly troubleshoot it all in real time. She laughs, a noise that pops out of her in one sharp burst, a hand flying to hide her mouth as she does. She smooths herself over just as fast.]
Probably took one look at me and knew he was in trouble. [She manages to inject some gravity into her voice, somehow. Then it's gone like a flash, replaced by a pause, and an eagerness that feels embarrassing in the best way:] Actually, while we're here... come see something with me.
[She reaches for his hand. The streets are quiet enough.]