"Oh, definitely full of shit. It's one of my charms."
One among many, as far as he's concerned, but he's always been just a little too cocky for his own good. So far, it hasn't seemed to hurt his chances with Angela much, because she gives him just as much shit as he gives her, and he appreciates that. It isn't any fun if there isn't some insulting banter, after all.
"Believe me, I know you ain't a lotta people."
The slap on his ass just makes him grin, and then he gets to the work of straightening out his shirt and trying to look relatively normal. He'll probably need to slip into the bathroom for that, to get rid of the condom and to smooth his hair down, but the mess he looks right now is worth it for what he'd gotten out of it.
Once her hair is back in tact and she looks decent enough for public view, Angela reaches down for the wrapper and the glass, tucking the wrapper into one of Jimmy's pants pockets. No need to leave any clues behind, right? Angela knows that one thing.
"Hold on," she says, running her thumb across his lower lip, wiping off traces of her lipstick. There. Job done. "I have to go be social now before people start guessing correctly what I went off to do."
No complaints here, though, just a cocky smile to rival his.
"Okay," he says, nodding, "go have fun, 'n I'll see you later tonight."
And, oh yes, there's an eyebrow-waggle thrown in there entirely for her benefit, as though she'd have no idea at all what he was possibly referring to if he didn't make it crystal clear. With that, and another smile, he heads off towards the bathroom, humming contentedly. This party hadn't turned out so bad after all.
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One among many, as far as he's concerned, but he's always been just a little too cocky for his own good. So far, it hasn't seemed to hurt his chances with Angela much, because she gives him just as much shit as he gives her, and he appreciates that. It isn't any fun if there isn't some insulting banter, after all.
"Believe me, I know you ain't a lotta people."
The slap on his ass just makes him grin, and then he gets to the work of straightening out his shirt and trying to look relatively normal. He'll probably need to slip into the bathroom for that, to get rid of the condom and to smooth his hair down, but the mess he looks right now is worth it for what he'd gotten out of it.
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"Hold on," she says, running her thumb across his lower lip, wiping off traces of her lipstick. There. Job done. "I have to go be social now before people start guessing correctly what I went off to do."
No complaints here, though, just a cocky smile to rival his.
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And, oh yes, there's an eyebrow-waggle thrown in there entirely for her benefit, as though she'd have no idea at all what he was possibly referring to if he didn't make it crystal clear. With that, and another smile, he heads off towards the bathroom, humming contentedly. This party hadn't turned out so bad after all.