Jack raised his own eyebrow and glanced back towards the magazines. "I don't need to read '20 ways to please your man in bed'" he said, and leant forward, smirking a little. "I already know."
He looked at the leaflet as she read it, hoping she'd like his idea and that his formulated plan wouldn't fall at the first hurdle.
"Mmm it was," he agreed, "once upon a time. Not now though. It belongs to the President of France." He reached forward and opened the leaflet, allowing two smaller pieces of paper to fall from it. A pair of tickets.
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Date: 2010-07-06 06:36 pm (UTC)He looked at the leaflet as she read it, hoping she'd like his idea and that his formulated plan wouldn't fall at the first hurdle.
"Mmm it was," he agreed, "once upon a time. Not now though. It belongs to the President of France." He reached forward and opened the leaflet, allowing two smaller pieces of paper to fall from it. A pair of tickets.
"Well," he said with a grin. "Do you?"