(Personal space never existed on the Starblaster. Lucretia leans against him, and clicks her glass against his customarily. A quick mage hand brings the whiskey and cola over toward them should they need a refill, and then she turns the film on.
It's pretty easy to watch. It's lost boy-esque in a way she thinks Magnus will appreciate, and he does at least make some pretty bad jokes that have Lucretia snorting into her glass more than once. By the time the credits start to roll she's graduated to leaning back against the arm of the couch with her legs over Magnus' lap, and she glances at him, curious as she finishes off her third drink.)
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(Personal space never existed on the Starblaster. Lucretia leans against him, and clicks her glass against his customarily. A quick mage hand brings the whiskey and cola over toward them should they need a refill, and then she turns the film on.
It's pretty easy to watch. It's lost boy-esque in a way she thinks Magnus will appreciate, and he does at least make some pretty bad jokes that have Lucretia snorting into her glass more than once. By the time the credits start to roll she's graduated to leaning back against the arm of the couch with her legs over Magnus' lap, and she glances at him, curious as she finishes off her third drink.)
Hmm. Thoughts?