"I haven't even finished my sodding drink yet!" Basil protested as she stood, but smiled all the same that he'd won more time. Stiffing the happiness as not to award her, he glared for good measure and stood as well. Instead of moving toward the door though, he stood defiantly and clutched the liquor while cocking an eyebrow at Rose like he was daring her to leave without him. She knew damn well one didn't abandon a perfectly good drink. Thankfully, with two already down, the third disappeared like water. It wasn't ideal, but letting Rose skip off without him was even less ideal.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand Basil called a "Thank you" and made his way toward Rose to lead her to his loft. As he neared, Basil felt his hand reach instantly to rest on her lower back; to guide her. He wanted badly to touch her, but wasn't sure how Rose would perceive it. After hovering indecisively long, Basil figured he could chock it up to alcohol and firmly made contact with his fingers. The rush was still there - forcing him to blink and concentrate. It helped alleviate the dread over Rose seeing his place. He had a feeling that her disapproval would be instant.
"Stairs are in back if you insist," Basil mumbled, still trying to maintain his muddled senses around her, "but you won't find anything but an empty mess."
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