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She didn't take her hand back, but instead, squinted. "Acknowledging that you like me?"
"Awesome," he said excitedly. "I look forward to it. It's just a shame we can't bring pillows and blankets and recreate that night to be better."
She blushed, but shook her head. "Come on," she said quietly. "Let's go."
"Like we used to?" he asked, grinning at her.
She frowned, her eyes a bit sad. "I like you, too. We should probably leave the bar before more fights start, okay?"
"Not right now. Another day, maybe?" he questioned. "Like, maybe we could explore more places?"
She sighed, and tilted her head, her hand on his back. "Don't lie to me."
"But seriously, though," he said. "Is there anywhere you would like to go?"
"I- what..? Jack, are you drunk?" She tilted her head.
"Psh, what a crazy thought," he said sarcastically.
Avice noticed the commotion, and walked over. She saw Jack and considered leaving, but felt badly. Instead, she approached, lightly placing a hand...
He walked next to her, enjoying the scenery around them as they went. "When would you like to go out again?"
Avice entered from the back, not quite seeing Jack yet. Instead, she looked around. Drunks were always the easiest people to steal from.
"I can," he said. "Shall we?"
(Yep!)
"I'll take you back home, okay?" He squeezed her hand. "That work?"
Once Avice got outside, she looked around, unsure how to feel. After a moment, she found a way to the rooftops, and climbed, going to clear her head.
"Yeah," he said smoothly, then checked his watch. "I should probably get going soon."
She looked at the ground, not meeting his eyes. "I'm just going to go. I'll see you later." Her voice was low, and she disappeared without...
He picked the grass from her hair. "So many new things to do, right?"
