"You have Clint for your first call," he chuckled, pulling out his gloves and casually slipping them back on his hands, waltzing towards the door. "Just remember, sugar - you're playing a game with that Crane-lookalike and I'm playing on your team."
For now.
He reached the door and swung it open, turning to give her a flourished bow. "Have a great night, Lisa-dear," he sing-songed, "Don't stay up too late with that wine."
At least he knew not to slam the door on his way out.
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Date: 2009-05-06 03:55 am (UTC)For now.
He reached the door and swung it open, turning to give her a flourished bow. "Have a great night, Lisa-dear," he sing-songed, "Don't stay up too late with that wine."
At least he knew not to slam the door on his way out.