Okay, counterpoint, I love getting hammered and dancing.
[So. Darlene shrugs her other shoulder, the one that no big beautiful hand was recently resting on. This movement shifts a fall of recently-freed hair off of that shoulder, and when she leans back, tipping back from the edge, onto her heels, her hair drifts back too, hanging loose. She leans back far enough that she has to use her hands to anchor herself to the rail, no longer able to rely on the pressure of her forearms to keep herself in place. Just like a ballet barre, except, not.]
If you weren't cautioning me of yourself, then what were you cautioning me of? Seen any icebergs out there that the rest of us haven't?
[The lean back puts a kind of strain on Darlene's voice. She grins up at the Amazon, pleased with the effect.]
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[So. Darlene shrugs her other shoulder, the one that no big beautiful hand was recently resting on. This movement shifts a fall of recently-freed hair off of that shoulder, and when she leans back, tipping back from the edge, onto her heels, her hair drifts back too, hanging loose. She leans back far enough that she has to use her hands to anchor herself to the rail, no longer able to rely on the pressure of her forearms to keep herself in place. Just like a ballet barre, except, not.]
If you weren't cautioning me of yourself, then what were you cautioning me of? Seen any icebergs out there that the rest of us haven't?
[The lean back puts a kind of strain on Darlene's voice. She grins up at the Amazon, pleased with the effect.]