I'm not looking for a lifetime now
I like living in the city on my own
He’s far more handsome when he smiles, even with the loose slant of alcohol visible on his lips even from a distance. Affable drunks are Soleil’s favorites given her own predilection for high spirits and mischief. The types who sit in the corner and grieve or brood are usually not the types she dares to intrude upon. I like living in the city on my own
“You technically just bought me a drink, can’t I be curious whether my benefactor will make it home safely?” Her grin is equally mischievous to match his own, hiding her soft laughter into her straw as she watches him down another shot of what is still most definitely water. “Though if you’re still able to use words like ambling maybe I shouldn’t be worried.” Unless he’s just particularly clever, the eloquent type who wouldn’t be brought low by alcohol.
Whether he extends his hand in greeting or not, Soleil snags at his closest hand and drops a chaste kiss onto his knuckles - something she has employed liberally for the way it usually sets men on the back foot (and helps weed out the annoying ones who can’t take the joke). “I’m Soleil! Though I’m very curious who this Goose is. A companion?” They’re more common than pets, but she also wouldn’t discount a Halovian being nicknamed Goose, so maybe it’s that burly man in the corner with all the tattoos? That would be delightful.
Not trying to box you in - no chains and no rope
I like being free, flying when I want
I like being free, flying when I want
Soleil
