06-16-2018, 06:23 AM
A familiar voice filtered through her boozy thoughts, and for a split second, it was her superstitious mother's. Something about being careful what you wished for. That had to be it, because there was no way on earth that he could be here. Not tonight. Naturally, the universe sought to disprove her theory by matching the voice coming from ther other end of the bar with the very man she'd been thinking about minutes before. So that was how tonight was going to go, huh?
With a long draw on her straw, her eyes flicked up to the mirror hanging behind the bar. Aiming for subtlety she scanned the reflected room for confirmation of what she already knew. Quick enough she spotted him, chatting easily with the man behind the bar. Hell... Sabrina returned her attention to the beverage before her, knowing she was probably both too drunk and not drunk enough for what was about to happen next. Really, what was he doing here? This joint was nothing like the places she knew he frequented. This was not a champagne and caviar kind of place, there were no nubile models filling the seats, or paparazzi waiting in the wings for their next big scandal. There was a flock of college kids and a couple tired-looking blue collar couples. And her.
He stood out like a dove in a nest of crows, as beautiful as ever. Not that she could be surprised at that. Short of living in a convent, it was impossible to avoid his image on magazines and on tv. A rich, handsome bachelor? He was what gossip columns survived on. She had been too, once. Certainly, their whirl wind romance had filled celebrity gossip sections while it lasted, speculation over every sordid detail and dramatic outing plastered for the world to see. And when they had spilt amidst rumors of her impending pregnancy, well... it had been quite the explosive story. It was the price of notoriety. One aspect of her old life that wasn't missed in the slightest. He seemed to thrive on it, though.
With a quickly smothered curse, she started when a drink she had yet to order was placed before her. That couldn't be a good sign. It did, however, make the next event a bit more predictable. Moving like a panther through the jungle, he made his way across the bar towards her. Their eyes met for an instant in the glass behind the the bottles of alcohol before she slowly spun her stool to face him. There was that damned feeling she got whenever he was near, not dimmed by the time apart; Half way between throbbing sexual need and the almost irrepressible desire to take his perfect neck and snap it violently. He'd had that effect since day one.
Maybe the rum was to blame, but when he gestured to the seat beside her, she nodded in consent. It had been a long time since they'd been this close to each other without a lawyer present. It had been a long time, period. "I guess mom was right about something after all..." she mumbled to herself, running a hand through her hair again. It was decently tousled at this point, which she was past noticing. Louder, she directed the next comment at the well dressed man sitting beside her. "Okay, I'll bite. This isn't your usual scene, K. What brings you here?" Concern for her didn't seem like the most likely candidate, more likely he'd had some sort of business meeting in the area. Or visiting his bar keeper friend... something other than the apparent. Because if this was what it looked like, there was going to be trouble.
@[Klaudius]
With a long draw on her straw, her eyes flicked up to the mirror hanging behind the bar. Aiming for subtlety she scanned the reflected room for confirmation of what she already knew. Quick enough she spotted him, chatting easily with the man behind the bar. Hell... Sabrina returned her attention to the beverage before her, knowing she was probably both too drunk and not drunk enough for what was about to happen next. Really, what was he doing here? This joint was nothing like the places she knew he frequented. This was not a champagne and caviar kind of place, there were no nubile models filling the seats, or paparazzi waiting in the wings for their next big scandal. There was a flock of college kids and a couple tired-looking blue collar couples. And her.
He stood out like a dove in a nest of crows, as beautiful as ever. Not that she could be surprised at that. Short of living in a convent, it was impossible to avoid his image on magazines and on tv. A rich, handsome bachelor? He was what gossip columns survived on. She had been too, once. Certainly, their whirl wind romance had filled celebrity gossip sections while it lasted, speculation over every sordid detail and dramatic outing plastered for the world to see. And when they had spilt amidst rumors of her impending pregnancy, well... it had been quite the explosive story. It was the price of notoriety. One aspect of her old life that wasn't missed in the slightest. He seemed to thrive on it, though.
With a quickly smothered curse, she started when a drink she had yet to order was placed before her. That couldn't be a good sign. It did, however, make the next event a bit more predictable. Moving like a panther through the jungle, he made his way across the bar towards her. Their eyes met for an instant in the glass behind the the bottles of alcohol before she slowly spun her stool to face him. There was that damned feeling she got whenever he was near, not dimmed by the time apart; Half way between throbbing sexual need and the almost irrepressible desire to take his perfect neck and snap it violently. He'd had that effect since day one.
Maybe the rum was to blame, but when he gestured to the seat beside her, she nodded in consent. It had been a long time since they'd been this close to each other without a lawyer present. It had been a long time, period. "I guess mom was right about something after all..." she mumbled to herself, running a hand through her hair again. It was decently tousled at this point, which she was past noticing. Louder, she directed the next comment at the well dressed man sitting beside her. "Okay, I'll bite. This isn't your usual scene, K. What brings you here?" Concern for her didn't seem like the most likely candidate, more likely he'd had some sort of business meeting in the area. Or visiting his bar keeper friend... something other than the apparent. Because if this was what it looked like, there was going to be trouble.
@[Klaudius]