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font-size: 13px;">"Sleepovers are always fun," her cerulean eyes shimmered impishly at his comment. What would their sleepovers entail now they were much older and more mature? Somehow, she doubted they'd spend the evening up, with Kelsie forcing Alex to watch Gossip Girl with her - even though she secretly believed he didn't mind as much as he protested. Her thoughts turned to that of a more lewd nature, wondering if he'd take the opportunity to explore her body whilst they huddled close. Since reuniting with him this morning, she had become curious about what he might look like under those wintry layers of clothing.<br/>
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As they beelined towards the bar, her hand remained wrapped around his arm. The amount of heat that emanated from his body felt absurd, pooling across her form in a welcome wash of heat. He was akin to a walking furnace. Maybe that's what living in such a cold area did - acclimatized people to the winter chill. Unfortunately, the icy breeze could still caress her bones with ease. It'd take more than a couple of weeks holidaying to adjust.<br/>
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"Well, my favourite movie is The Wolf of Wall Street... so maybe Blues Clues is a thing of the past," Kelsie grinned cheekily up at Alex, returning the quip to his suggestion. Thankfully, the stroll to the bar had only taken them a couple of minutes. On arrival, it appeared to be a popular evening spot for locals and tourists alike. Small crowds of people circled bar tables, and others gathered at the more intimate booths. The smell of alcohol and food hit her all at once, along with the radiating warmth, birthed from the heart of the room. The dim, but warm lighting provided a level of intimacy, melding perfectly with the chocolate wood structures within The Lazy Jewel. A smile tugged at her lips as she briefly glanced around, interested in the lively atmosphere of the room.<br/>
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"So it seems <i>this </i>is where all of Carrondale comes," she assumed, sliding into the booth the waitress had led them to. It was tucked away from the central ruckus, but still close enough to observe the main area of the bar. The booth felt well worn, loved, and used, but equally as comfortable and hospitable. There was much about the town that held a unique charm - the bar included.<br/>
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"Oh, Alex - are you sure?" Kelsie raised her brows as he so chivalrously offered to start a tab for the both of them. The drinks bill often escalated quite quickly, causing a pang of guilt to ebb through her stomach as her eyes danced over the chalkboards lined on the bar table. Her eye caught the cocktail special of the day: a salted caramel martini. "I'll just grab the cocktail special, please." She ordered with a decisive nod. The waitress scribbled down her drink before assuring them it wouldn't be too long and turned on her heel.<br/>
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Kelsie reached for the food menu, popping it open as she skimmed over the items briefly. Though her mind struggled to concentrate and decipher the items, her attention and thoughts were stolen by the man seated beside her. Planting her elbow onto the table, her chin nestled into the palm of her hand as she angled her body towards Alex, a lightly mischievous smile playing across her lips.<br/>
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"Are you free tomorrow? How about - lunch is on me if you're going to grab tonight's tab? Or dinner, if you're working?" Another excuse to see him, too. She couldn't help but <i>want </i>to return the favour and his generosity. It had caught her off guard for a moment, despite knowing how caring and gentlemanly Alex was. Her eyes studied the shape of his lips as she awaited his response, her mind drifting to ponder how he would taste. Even without the influence of alcohol, she was feeling rather daring.<br/>
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"Very intimate spot we have back here," Kelsie noted, the absence of people around them seemed interesting. Perhaps even deliberate should the waitress have assumed they were on a date. Not that she minded. "Any recommendations for dinner?" She switched her thoughts back to the task at hand, though her eyes never left his face.<br/>
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