Only when she's in the bathroom, does he let his face turn to confusion. Where's e supposed to magic ice from? And as far as he knows, there isn't a stereo in here, unless it's hidden under the bed.
No, he doesn't get down at check. He sits down and pulls his boots off, then socks and shirt. Unbuckles his belt, and unfastens the button on his jeans. She's bound to be ages, so he just relaxes for a minute or two, his head hanging over the back of the chair. The smell of salt on his body makes him think of what they just did out there, which is far nicer way of remembering than the sand itching in places there shouldn't be sand.
The reverie is broken by a knock on the door. He takes the tea from the rat.
'Find us an ice bucket, would ya? Do it quick, an' I'll chuck you a quid.'
Pause.
'Or some cheese. Whatever.'
The rat gives him a withering look and runs off, but is quick to return. So when she gets out, she'll see her bottle of Bolly on ice, and Gene nearly dozing in the armchair.
No music though. She can sort that if she wants it bad enough.
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'OK.'
Only when she's in the bathroom, does he let his face turn to confusion. Where's e supposed to magic ice from? And as far as he knows, there isn't a stereo in here, unless it's hidden under the bed.
No, he doesn't get down at check. He sits down and pulls his boots off, then socks and shirt. Unbuckles his belt, and unfastens the button on his jeans. She's bound to be ages, so he just relaxes for a minute or two, his head hanging over the back of the chair. The smell of salt on his body makes him think of what they just did out there, which is far nicer way of remembering than the sand itching in places there shouldn't be sand.
The reverie is broken by a knock on the door. He takes the tea from the rat.
'Find us an ice bucket, would ya? Do it quick, an' I'll chuck you a quid.'
Pause.
'Or some cheese. Whatever.'
The rat gives him a withering look and runs off, but is quick to return. So when she gets out, she'll see her bottle of Bolly on ice, and Gene nearly dozing in the armchair.
No music though. She can sort that if she wants it bad enough.