Devin blithely moved through the lobby as if the other inhabitants were there solely for his delight, doing a very good impression, were any of them alive who'd ever seen the King move through a lobby, of Elvis. A smile here, a nod there, grin flashing as confidently as if they were all screaming his name and throwing their underwear at him.
More than a few of them wondered if they should be.
He kept a casual, but firm, grasp on Warren's hand, and turned that wicked grin back on him when they made it to the street.
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Date: 2006-06-19 11:57 pm (UTC)More than a few of them wondered if they should be.
He kept a casual, but firm, grasp on Warren's hand, and turned that wicked grin back on him when they made it to the street.
"And that is how it's done."