She doesn't have the first idea of what to suggest. She hardly knows herself, and she's not going to tell him hey, how about My Dog Thinks You Smell Like Money or even Shoot Them Before They Shoot You.
After a minute, she discreetly reaches into the leg of her shorts and, almost as if by magic, pulls out a playing card which she holds between them for their mutual inspection.
"You could name it Ace of Hearts."
She shrugs. It might actually sound a little sappy to her if she didn't know she's had the card hidden under her shorts. With that in mind, well, it seems to work on a different level. She definitely gets the impression she's not just lucky at cards.
Or maybe this is her lucky card.
She just doesn't know.
"Otherwise you might just have to go with Gun-Toting Weathergirl."
She'd love to remember the story behind that memory.
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Date: 2007-06-30 04:54 am (UTC)She doesn't have the first idea of what to suggest. She hardly knows herself, and she's not going to tell him hey, how about My Dog Thinks You Smell Like Money or even Shoot Them Before They Shoot You.
After a minute, she discreetly reaches into the leg of her shorts and, almost as if by magic, pulls out a playing card which she holds between them for their mutual inspection.
"You could name it Ace of Hearts."
She shrugs. It might actually sound a little sappy to her if she didn't know she's had the card hidden under her shorts. With that in mind, well, it seems to work on a different level. She definitely gets the impression she's not just lucky at cards.
Or maybe this is her lucky card.
She just doesn't know.
"Otherwise you might just have to go with Gun-Toting Weathergirl."
She'd love to remember the story behind that memory.