(Rather than write the same vaguedrivel, here is a pretty gif to inspire you, a link to the weather for the week, and a link to londonist, a great resource for all things London related. As always this post is open all week. Tag in, tag others, check back often!)
Dutch chuckled. "Little more, yeah." She lit up and took a long, happy drag on her cigarette. "What about you, D? Good night? Not too many drunk customers?" She was definitely poking fun at herself.
"Fair enough, fair enough," he chuckled. "I don't, much, myself. Can't even
recall the last time I had a pint. I keep a clear head," he said then.
"These...these are my vice."
He held up his cigarette to show, then returned it to his lips for another
drag.
A better man might have laughed that off. A better man might have thought
otherwise than to take her up on the suggestion he prove himself. But Davey
was not a better man, nor even a particularly good man, and so he met her
eyes in the mirror and smiled.
Davey grinned at that and gave a nod. He had time to kill. Having his own
taxi meant if he wanted to take a night off he was only shorting his own
pocket. And to him the opportunity to shag a fine bird like Dutch far
outweighed the few quid he'd make otherwise.
"I'll take you up on that," he replied, turning the corner to her street.
He found parking in front of her place marked for pick up and drop off. It
was so good he had a taxi and could take advantage of the opportunity.
Dutch grinned at him in the rearview mirror, and took another drag off her cigarette once he was parked, sitting forward on the edge of the backseat to lean against the front passenger seat, angled towards him, as she pulled a crumpled tenner out of her pocket for the fare. "Here."
Davey took the money and tucked it away. No change, he never gave change
unless someone demanded it. He did, however, shut the engine off and twist
to look at her proper like.
"I'm sure you've got just what I like best," he said. He got out of the cab
and once she was out, too, he locked the doors. Never one to be shy, Davey
found the curve of her waist and offered up his most charming smile. He
waited a heartbeat, then another, then he dipped down to kiss her...just in
case she had mistaken his intentions.
Definitely serious, then - both of them, it turned out. Dutch responded to the kiss as much from drunken instinct as from... well, a drunken choice. She knew she shouldn't be, because of Em, but what she didn't know couldn't hurt her, and Dutch really wanted to. She'd been so good for so long, and she needed to be a little bad, needed to - as he'd put it - cut loose tonight. She deepened the kiss, turning into D, and raised a now cigarette-free hand to cup his cheek.
The kiss broke after a few long seconds, and she smiled at him. "Let's get inside."
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"Not too many, and you're by far the prettiest," he said, looking over his shoulder to flash her a handsome smile.
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Davey chuckled at that for the moment it took to flick his ash out the window.
"So what do you do in the daylight, hmm? A person cuts loose like this they must have something to cut loose from. Am I right?"
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"Fair enough, fair enough," he chuckled. "I don't, much, myself. Can't even recall the last time I had a pint. I keep a clear head," he said then. "These...these are my vice."
He held up his cigarette to show, then returned it to his lips for another drag.
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"Mostly, yeah," he chuckled. "Not that I run or anything, and I don't eat right. But I reckon every little bit helps, right?"
He slowed to a stop at a light and looked back at her.
"I get up to enough that I should probably be thankful I'm still here at all," he said lightly with a bit of a cheeky smile.
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"Oh, you know...I get up to a bit of this and that. A bloke needs to make money and driving a taxi isn't exactly a high paying job," he grinned.
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"I know how to pique a girl's a lot of things," he replied with a warm chuckle.
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A better man might have laughed that off. A better man might have thought otherwise than to take her up on the suggestion he prove himself. But Davey was not a better man, nor even a particularly good man, and so he met her eyes in the mirror and smiled.
"Be happy to do that," he said.
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"Nah, I don't need a drink," he replied. "But I'd like to eat something," he added, looking at her in the mirror.
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She had no idea whether he was serious, or whether she was, but this was fun either way.
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Davey grinned at that and gave a nod. He had time to kill. Having his own taxi meant if he wanted to take a night off he was only shorting his own pocket. And to him the opportunity to shag a fine bird like Dutch far outweighed the few quid he'd make otherwise.
"I'll take you up on that," he replied, turning the corner to her street. He found parking in front of her place marked for pick up and drop off. It was so good he had a taxi and could take advantage of the opportunity.
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Davey took the money and tucked it away. No change, he never gave change unless someone demanded it. He did, however, shut the engine off and twist to look at her proper like.
"Still want me to come up?" he asked.
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"I'm sure you've got just what I like best," he said. He got out of the cab and once she was out, too, he locked the doors. Never one to be shy, Davey found the curve of her waist and offered up his most charming smile. He waited a heartbeat, then another, then he dipped down to kiss her...just in case she had mistaken his intentions.
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The kiss broke after a few long seconds, and she smiled at him. "Let's get inside."
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Continued...