[ It'll what? The words, I can't let you do that flies through his head, but God knows if it actually leaves his mouth (it doesn't) and by the time he zones back into what the fuck is happening, the lady whose wine he fucked up is gone and the woman who's come to his rescue is. Still there.
So. He guesses she did do that. Carmy stares up at her. (She's. Very tall.) ]
Thank you.
[ He picks up his basket and the list, splattered with drops of red wine. He studies it for a long time, briefly remembers a toppled glass of wine over the dining table, and decides he doesn't need this shit right now. He shoves the crumpled list into his pocket like a used napkin. Fuck it. ]
So, um, [ he laughs a little, dry ] do I owe you instead now?
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So. He guesses she did do that. Carmy stares up at her. (She's. Very tall.) ]
Thank you.
[ He picks up his basket and the list, splattered with drops of red wine. He studies it for a long time, briefly remembers a toppled glass of wine over the dining table, and decides he doesn't need this shit right now. He shoves the crumpled list into his pocket like a used napkin. Fuck it. ]
So, um, [ he laughs a little, dry ] do I owe you instead now?