Avery
Tipple-Tossing Tatterdemalion
"Yeah, I get that a lot." It was an impulsive, ribald jest that Harvey immediately regretted and he rushed to try to talk over what impression it may have been leaving. "Home sweet home for the next month, so it's best we get ourselves acquainted. Wouldn't want to keep a lady waiting, or would Calder estate be more masculine? Hospitality seems like a feminine quality, no?" It was a rhetorical question, as Harvey was still trying to forget the joke he'd made. "Anyway!" He gestured toward the glove box. "Don't forget the radio."
Hoping to abscond with a scintilla of dignity, Harvey tried opening his door only for it to stubbornly resist. He slammed his shoulder into it, producing a dull thump. Again the door refused to budge. He checked, it was unlocked. Fuck. Third times the charm. With more force than considered reasonable, he slammed into it again and produced only what Harvey assumed was going to be a bruise.
With a slow, calming inhale, he combed his hair back into place and looked to Klaus. "Um," he began inadequately. "If you could get out so I could then leave through your door, that'd be great." Harvey had hardly taken in the seething, predatory aura of Calder mansion. He hadn't even looked into the pernicious gloom that claimed the porch. All he knew was that he desperately wanted out of the car.
"There are some boxes in the trunk." he added in afterthought, trying to talk through his embarrassment.
Hoping to abscond with a scintilla of dignity, Harvey tried opening his door only for it to stubbornly resist. He slammed his shoulder into it, producing a dull thump. Again the door refused to budge. He checked, it was unlocked. Fuck. Third times the charm. With more force than considered reasonable, he slammed into it again and produced only what Harvey assumed was going to be a bruise.
With a slow, calming inhale, he combed his hair back into place and looked to Klaus. "Um," he began inadequately. "If you could get out so I could then leave through your door, that'd be great." Harvey had hardly taken in the seething, predatory aura of Calder mansion. He hadn't even looked into the pernicious gloom that claimed the porch. All he knew was that he desperately wanted out of the car.
"There are some boxes in the trunk." he added in afterthought, trying to talk through his embarrassment.