The packages had been obstructing his view while he was walking behind her, but when Grant turns to look over his shoulder at Fire, he's rather surprised to find the woman staring at him. It took her a moment to answer, so apparently she'd been distracted. He hopes the relatively dark lighting of the place is hiding the color he feels rising in his cheeks.
Setting the presents down on the floor, Grant sits down on the couch, keeping a respectable distance between Bea and himself. "Me?" Grant asks. Yeah, you. Duh. "I, uh...I don't drink, actually. Just a Zesti is fine. Soder if you don't have it," he says to the bartender, glancing at Bea.
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Date: 2006-12-11 04:54 am (UTC)Setting the presents down on the floor, Grant sits down on the couch, keeping a respectable distance between Bea and himself. "Me?" Grant asks. Yeah, you. Duh. "I, uh...I don't drink, actually. Just a Zesti is fine. Soder if you don't have it," he says to the bartender, glancing at Bea.