The One Night Stand || Open

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Rylan seemed entirely too comfortable, settled against him. She moved to occupy the space he had made for her, as if getting her close had been his intention. Regardless, she liked the way she fit perfectly against him, like she belonged there. He was warm and solid and something about that was comforting to her. “What makes you think I’m not an expert on beautiful women?” she challenged. He didn’t know her, didn’t know her preferences, but was content to assume. Her tail twitched in the seat next to her. She didn’t pay his insistence on her looks any mind. He had been drinking and drinking men found most women beautiful. Especially if it got them laid.

She adjusted her position, but just barely to make it easier for him to get to his pocket. His face ended up very close to hers for a moment and she could smell soap and sweat on him over the sharp scent of the bar. Her eyes narrowed as he scratched his name into the paint beside hers, not looking entirely pleased about being co-owner of the booth.

Rylan snorted a short laugh when he advised she not forget his name. A half-roll of bright eyes when he pointed out her closeness, but she still didn’t move. “Well, Owen,” she drew his name out slowly, lips forming a perfect circle around the ‘O’, her tongue very clearly pressing to her palate on the ‘N’. “It’s nice to meet you.” She pushed the shot he had earned in his direction, before moving to fill another along with her empty glass.

“What have you been thinking about me?” She appeared to have made a game out of asking him questions in exchange for liquor. Everything was always a game with them.