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[gunpowdergelatine]

The biggest couch by the fire is occupied.

The person sprawling there is wearing a purple velvet dress with short puffed sleeves and a long, heavy skirt. A rather attractive pair of feet, in sheer black stockings, are crossed at the ankle and propped up on one arm of the couch; the head leaning against the other arm has shoulder-length brown curls streaked with fading green, tucked back behind one ear to reveal a small pearl earring. No makeup. A glass of whiskey in one hand, a small bag of jelly beans in the other, and a pair of black shoes with low wedge heels perched on a couch cushion beside the feet they presumably came off of.

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[smokeandstreets]

Tony snorts, because he is totally not made nervous by that at all. No sir.

[gunpowdergelatine]

Thoughtfully: "I could always just ask you why you don't believe me."

[smokeandstreets]

"No green hair, no purple suit, no white skin . . ."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"I'm retired."

[smokeandstreets]

Tony snickers.

"Oh, well then."

[gunpowdergelatine]

Queenie smiles at him.

His tongue flicks out to touch his lips, quick and snakelike.

[smokeandstreets]

He snorts and licks his own lips, a little slower and more deliberately flirty.

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Ooh," says Queenie, appreciatively. "Shop talk."

[smokeandstreets]

--Tony laughs.

"Not down here, shit."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Where, then?"

[smokeandstreets]

He considers. "Wanna go outside?"

[gunpowdergelatine]

Brightly, "Sure!"

[smokeandstreets]

Tony snorts, stuffs his hands in his pockets, and nods towards the back door.

"Okay, then."

[gunpowdergelatine]

Queenie puts on his shoes, eyes his drink for a moment, finishes it, and stands.

He wears the heels with the casual ease of long practice.

[smokeandstreets]

Tony mmmmmight take an admiring look at Queenie's ass.

Heels do good things for guys' asses, okay!

[gunpowdergelatine]

So does that dress, it must be said. And he walks like he knows it.

[smokeandstreets]

Okay, okay, how about a wolf whistle?

[gunpowdergelatine]

Queenie laughs and throws an exaggeratedly coquettish look over his shoulder.

[smokeandstreets]

"I ain't normally into the drag scene, but you got a damn good ass."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Don't I know it. Mwah." He blows Tony a kiss.

[smokeandstreets]

Tony snickers and pretends to catch it out of the air.

[gunpowdergelatine]

He laughs again, fondly.

[smokeandstreets]

"Don't get too cocky."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Who, me? I would never."

[smokeandstreets]

Tony's snicker suggests that he does not believe this at all.