Post by FREDERIC ALGERNON JOLY on Nov 15, 2013 13:13:40 GMT -5
Joly was very aware of Chettas presence beside him, he could feel the warmth from her skin as her hand rested upon his arm and he felt his cheeks flush at the gesture. It seemed strange to him, to be having such a normal conversation, when their lives were about to be altered so extremely. He took a swig of his drink, his hand trembling slightly as he listened to the words that passed between Chetta and his close friend Lesgle. They were two people he loved and respected dearly. He couldn’t imagine having two better people in his life.
Joly flashed Lesgle a smile, ‘I know you love my talks, my friend’ he said in response to Lesgles words. Joly knew that Lesgles words were skirting around the true subject of that evening, but he was grateful that his friend didn’t go into any greater detail. The very thought of what had been planned caused Joly to break out in a small red rash at the base of his neck. He took a deep breath trying to focus on nothing but the tender caress of Chetta’s touch.
‘Of course Lesgle is the paradox of his words. I couldn’t find a more interesting soul.’ Joly said with a chuckle, in all fairness Joly was never bored when his friend was around. ‘What are your plans for this evening, my friends?’ Joly asked, his hand moving subtly from the table top to rest gently on the small of Chetta’s back.
