them sexts

[inuyasock]

the phone sex +
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[infinite1ups]

Claire's still sort of forgotten about catching anyone else's eye for the time being. It's hard when Foggy is singing her praises so much. She grins, perhaps preening a bit, as she strolls back to her spot next to him.

"Nah, I'm not good at everything. I'm pretty lousy at math. But, I do enjoy hitting things, so you could probably pencil me in for an afternoon at the batting cages," she says, laughing breathlessly. It's a little more fun than she's had in a while, and she's soaking it all in.

Standing up a little straighter, she leans over to give Foggy a nudge. "What d'you say we get another drink? Actually kinda thirsty now."

[motiontocompel]

"Look, you don't have to ask me twice," he says, taking Claire's arm into his own and leading her toward the bar. There are a few seats, none next to each other, so Foggy gestures for her to sit and slides into the spot between her and some other guy drinking at the bar.

It doesn't take anything but a gesture to get the bartender's attention, much to other patrons' chagrin, but Foggy's generous tips always do the trick to get him every drop of alcohol he can consume.

"I'm not sure if you're seeing it, but I'm pretty sure everyone here thinks we're together," he notes, amused. "You may have to get out there by yourself. If you give me, like, five minutes, I can push some guys your way."

[infinite1ups]

Whatever Foggy's drinking, once again that's what Claire's having. She carefully climbs up onto the stool, leaning against the bar.

Nope, she definitely hadn't been seeing that. But once he points it out, of course it's obvious. They've been side-by-side from the moment they walked in, and her attention has really only briefly been elsewhere, to get a feel for the rest of the crowd in the bar.

"Uh... yeah, you're probably right." There's a laugh, and she'll definitely be playing off that blush as though she's still just flushed from dancing and not anything else. "Alright, yeah. I just need a minute."

Truth be told, Claire's suddenly a little nervous. Hanging out with Foggy had been kind of a buffer between herself and, well. Everyone else. Not that it'll do anything for her, but she finds herself gulping down her drink. Maybe the placebo effect will kick in and calm her nerves.

"Shit. Okay. What if I don't like anyone here?"