"I'm an adult," she insisted with heavy inflection. She resisted reaching for her ID again, with it's newly updated picture after her recent change of address. Bella opened her mouth to deny having been in a sorority, but closed it quickly, remembering that she wasn't supposed to be giving up information so freely. "You are pretty obnoxious," she teased and she glared at him playfully, behind another sip of whisky. She wanted another cigarette, the alcohol did that to her, but she also didn't want to appear hopelessly addicted.
One vice at time, she bargained with herself. Not that she should care what Anton... not that she should care what the bartender thought of her habits. She was being unusually generous with information, though they were facts she considered insignificant. She wasn't sure if it was the day she'd had or the setting of the bar, or the cute man serving her drinks that made her more talkative than she preferred. She decided not to question it, since it was unlikely that she would see him again. For him she could be just another pretty drunk girl, in a sea of pretty drunk girls he served daily.
"Then call me Isabella," she suggested with a shrug, an impish smile was pulling at one corner of her mouth, quickly becoming a permanent fixture on her red-painted lips. "Friends or something" she repeated, feigning the scandalized tone of an over-dramatic southern belle. Setting her empty glass back on the bar, she nudged it towards him with two fingers. "This is the first time father has allowed me out of doors," she continued, embellishing with an impressive drawl. "I've never spoken to a man before. There's no game sir, just curiosity."
She leaned one elbow on the bar and brought an index finger to tap thoughtfully on her bottom lip. What would she like to know, she mused to herself. They'd come this far in their flirtatious conversation, and she was entertained to there was no reason to turn back now. That aside, his deflection sounded like a challenge and she so hated losing. She hummed, amber gaze falling on him as he moved to create another drink.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked in an obvious way. A question he no doubt answered daily, but also elevated her position in the so-called game. And maybe, just maybe, she was genuinely a bit curious.
One vice at time, she bargained with herself. Not that she should care what Anton... not that she should care what the bartender thought of her habits. She was being unusually generous with information, though they were facts she considered insignificant. She wasn't sure if it was the day she'd had or the setting of the bar, or the cute man serving her drinks that made her more talkative than she preferred. She decided not to question it, since it was unlikely that she would see him again. For him she could be just another pretty drunk girl, in a sea of pretty drunk girls he served daily.
"Then call me Isabella," she suggested with a shrug, an impish smile was pulling at one corner of her mouth, quickly becoming a permanent fixture on her red-painted lips. "Friends or something" she repeated, feigning the scandalized tone of an over-dramatic southern belle. Setting her empty glass back on the bar, she nudged it towards him with two fingers. "This is the first time father has allowed me out of doors," she continued, embellishing with an impressive drawl. "I've never spoken to a man before. There's no game sir, just curiosity."
She leaned one elbow on the bar and brought an index finger to tap thoughtfully on her bottom lip. What would she like to know, she mused to herself. They'd come this far in their flirtatious conversation, and she was entertained to there was no reason to turn back now. That aside, his deflection sounded like a challenge and she so hated losing. She hummed, amber gaze falling on him as he moved to create another drink.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked in an obvious way. A question he no doubt answered daily, but also elevated her position in the so-called game. And maybe, just maybe, she was genuinely a bit curious.
The following 1 user Likes megs's post: saronym
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
The Devil’s Toboggan - by saronym - 07-29-2015, 09:53 PM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by saronym - 07-29-2015, 10:52 PM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by saronym - 07-30-2015, 02:59 PM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by saronym - 07-30-2015, 05:38 PM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by saronym - 07-31-2015, 08:05 PM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by saronym - 08-01-2015, 12:23 AM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by saronym - 08-01-2015, 07:01 PM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by saronym - 08-05-2015, 11:08 PM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by saronym - 08-10-2015, 05:24 PM
RE: The Devil’s Toboggan - by megs - 09-12-2016, 06:06 PM
RE: The Devil’s Toboggan - by saronym - 10-24-2016, 02:21 PM
RE: The Devil’s Toboggan - by megs - 05-15-2017, 05:01 PM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by megs - 07-29-2015, 10:19 PM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by megs - 07-29-2015, 11:14 PM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by megs - 07-30-2015, 03:46 PM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by megs - 07-31-2015, 04:26 PM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by megs - 07-31-2015, 10:00 PM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by megs - 08-01-2015, 04:34 PM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by megs - 08-05-2015, 10:28 AM
The Devil’s Toboggan - by megs - 08-08-2015, 08:16 PM