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[Jolie Delassixe]

It took her a long moment, standing there, biting her lip, but she finally gathered the courage to approach him, albeit slowly. She hated apologies, usually couldn't bring herself to make them. All she could do was look up at him, playing off her large eyes and smile sideways, wryly, then pointed at his cigarette. "C'n I bum one?" she asked, playing with the ends of her hair with her free hand.

[Eric Denai]

Eric looked at her for a long time, trying to figure her out. But when he realizes that she's trying to apologize, he stops himself from saying what he had wanted to say earlier. He reaches into his pocket and pulls the smoke pack out, expertly using one hand to pull one stick out and place it between his lips. He lights it and hands it to her. "Peace offering?" He asked, one eyebrow cocked.

[Jolie Delassixe]

"Fair enough," she answered, taking the smoke from him with a smile. "I mean, this kinda gives new meaning to the phrase 'If you were the last man on earth,' doesn't it?" She giggled a little bit and took a hit, exhaling quickly. "Not that. . .I mean, I wouldn't say that you're the last guy I'd ever consider, but. . .shit." She'd dug herself another little hole. Brilliant Jolie. "Umm, there's a reason I never talk to guys too much beyond a 'hi,'" she admitted. "I make an ass out of myself more often than not." It was as close to an apology as she could make.

[Eric Denai]

Eric's grin turned int oa smile. (Good. So you didn't fuck this up.) He chuckles at her last man on earth comment. Though it wasn't technically true, it was at this point. There was no one else around. He just lets her go on. It was cute. It was good to know he wasn't the only one afraid of sticking his foot in his mouth. Then, out of nowhere, he leans in and kisses her. He ouldn't help it. He pulls back, hoping that she wouldn't freak out. "I'm sorry ... I just ... Couln't help myself ... "He says, taking another drag of his cigarette, a little embarrassed.

[Jolie Delassixe]

She didn't freak out. It wasn't like being kissed by a man she hardly knew was strange to her, but she hadn't enough time to really react to it. So she studied his face carefully, wondering if he had really understood what he had uncovered about her. "You bi, sweetie?" she asked simply.

[Eric Denai]

Eric smiles when Jolie doens't react borribly. In fact, she reacted much like he'd expected her to. But there was always that bit of doubt in the back of his mind. He wasn't used to this kind of stuff. He just grins when she asks her question. "Why do you think I kissed you?" He asked softly. He looks into her eyes, examines each and every aspect of her face, her hair, her delicately applied makeup. It was like she was this gift specifically made for him.

It was easier this way. He didn't actually have to start the conversation. She did this time. Which is how it probably should have been in the first place. But no, he had to be an idiot and put his foot in his mouth and ... (God you're beauitful.)

[Jolie Delassixe]

"Thought. . .maybe you didn't get me," she answered, quietly. "That you thought I was born like this. I wasn't," she confessed, trying to play it off by taking a drag from the cigarette and leaning back against the brick wall casually.

[Eric Denai]

Eric reached out a hand to caress the woman's cheek, then lipfts her chin to look at him. "It's what I was trying to get at earlier ... When I ... Well ... Put my foot in my mouth." He explained, glancing back at the liquor store.

[Jolie Delassixe]

Jolie just nodded slowly. His being so close made her heart beat faster in panic. Her game was so completely thrown off. She wasn't even remotely in her own territory. Before . . . all of this, she would have just kicked him aside, not given the matter another thought. But, as she'd observed, everything had changed lately. And she needed him, whether she wanted to admit to it or not. "I put my foot in it too," she admitted, her voice soft and low.