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wrinkles of fabric. She sighed
longingly, wondering how Kieren was doing, if the other dancer was
keeping him adequate company. There was no rational jealousy in her
thoughts at all, simply concern and worry.
The monotony was broken by a thud and the bodyguard stepped in,
his bulbous inhuman head croaking something unintelligible.
At the warning glance of the bouncer she had immediately bounded
upwards, her eyes wide and innocent, flicking her tentils into place
once more and smoothing over the little fabric that covered her body.
He popped out of the room before the door swung open entirely.
There was no sign of anyone from her angle until a human male in a
stiffly collared uniform turned around and entered. He was tall, not
so much as the manager, but more so than Kieren. He was also older,
however, and his hair had a bit of grey in it through the short buzz
cut. Though tough, he bore a sort of wry grin, his large hands
rubbing together as he called back to some unseen person, "Yes
yes, until later then!"
She smiled broadly at the man as he entered, allowing him to set
the tone in those first few moments as she once again slowed her
heartbeat with a calming breath.
His skin showed weathering, his hands coarse and large as he
reached up and undid his high collar. With a sigh of relief at the
release of tension, he slammed the door shut and strode in, his eyes
moving to her. "Well aren't you a sweet little thing," he
said, grinning, "run grab me a stiff drink, sweetie," he
said, a rough hand reached up and squeezed her shoulder before he sat
himself down at the center of the sofa's crescent.
She beamed at his compliment, immediately moving in towards the
bar in quick, even footsteps, looking around briefly. She hadn't
bothered to familiarize herself with the bar, figuring there to be a
tender invited, but she realized immediately her error in this,
quickly rectifying it by locating everything she needed.
She found a smooth drink she knew many men enjoyed and poured it,
causing a light whiff of melting ice to drift from the top of the
mug. The drink wasn't hot, she knew, but it did have some interesting
properties. She looked at him over the bar, the smile not leaving her
lips, "Shall I pour myself some as well, Sir?"
Reclining back into the thick sofa cushions, the elder man had
unbuttoned his jacket, revealing the barrel chest beneath wrapped in
a white undershirt. He peered back at her a moment, then shook his
head, "What? You? You look too young to be drinking, sweetie,"
he said almost cheerily, "gotta keep your head clear and
straight to keep up with me this evening."
She nodded, pleased with the response. She hated the taste of
alcohol, truthfully, and though she sometimes supped from champagne,
she didn't enjoy other drinks. She grabbed his glass daintily between
her thumb and index finger, the steam still trailing off behind her
as she made her way to him, leaning in as she offered him the
beverage, "That suits me fine, Sir."
The elder admirable didn't seem to spare her a lot of looks as he
reached out and took up the glass, inspecting it curiously, "Strange
sorta drink, huh?" he leaned down, sniffing it and the smoke
from it, "Some kind of local thing?" he lifted it to his
mouth and sipped before downing more, "It'll do, sweetie,"
he patted the couch beside him.
She sidled up to his side and curled against him, "It seems
very popular here. There is a wide selection back there if you wish
for something more specific. I know how to mix many drinks, as well,
if you wish for something more elaborate," she offered, her
voice lowered now that she was closer to him.
Reaching out and putting a heavy arm around her shoulder, he
brushed his hand against her head-tentacles, leaning over and down
upon her small frame as he smiled. "Hey sweetie," he said
in that same sort of almost-cheery, but gruff, voice, "how about
you talk less and just focus on looking pretty and doing as you're
told, huh? I came to relax."
She
longingly, wondering how Kieren was doing, if the other dancer was
keeping him adequate company. There was no rational jealousy in her
thoughts at all, simply concern and worry.
The monotony was broken by a thud and the bodyguard stepped in,
his bulbous inhuman head croaking something unintelligible.
At the warning glance of the bouncer she had immediately bounded
upwards, her eyes wide and innocent, flicking her tentils into place
once more and smoothing over the little fabric that covered her body.
He popped out of the room before the door swung open entirely.
There was no sign of anyone from her angle until a human male in a
stiffly collared uniform turned around and entered. He was tall, not
so much as the manager, but more so than Kieren. He was also older,
however, and his hair had a bit of grey in it through the short buzz
cut. Though tough, he bore a sort of wry grin, his large hands
rubbing together as he called back to some unseen person, "Yes
yes, until later then!"
She smiled broadly at the man as he entered, allowing him to set
the tone in those first few moments as she once again slowed her
heartbeat with a calming breath.
His skin showed weathering, his hands coarse and large as he
reached up and undid his high collar. With a sigh of relief at the
release of tension, he slammed the door shut and strode in, his eyes
moving to her. "Well aren't you a sweet little thing," he
said, grinning, "run grab me a stiff drink, sweetie," he
said, a rough hand reached up and squeezed her shoulder before he sat
himself down at the center of the sofa's crescent.
She beamed at his compliment, immediately moving in towards the
bar in quick, even footsteps, looking around briefly. She hadn't
bothered to familiarize herself with the bar, figuring there to be a
tender invited, but she realized immediately her error in this,
quickly rectifying it by locating everything she needed.
She found a smooth drink she knew many men enjoyed and poured it,
causing a light whiff of melting ice to drift from the top of the
mug. The drink wasn't hot, she knew, but it did have some interesting
properties. She looked at him over the bar, the smile not leaving her
lips, "Shall I pour myself some as well, Sir?"
Reclining back into the thick sofa cushions, the elder man had
unbuttoned his jacket, revealing the barrel chest beneath wrapped in
a white undershirt. He peered back at her a moment, then shook his
head, "What? You? You look too young to be drinking, sweetie,"
he said almost cheerily, "gotta keep your head clear and
straight to keep up with me this evening."
She nodded, pleased with the response. She hated the taste of
alcohol, truthfully, and though she sometimes supped from champagne,
she didn't enjoy other drinks. She grabbed his glass daintily between
her thumb and index finger, the steam still trailing off behind her
as she made her way to him, leaning in as she offered him the
beverage, "That suits me fine, Sir."
The elder admirable didn't seem to spare her a lot of looks as he
reached out and took up the glass, inspecting it curiously, "Strange
sorta drink, huh?" he leaned down, sniffing it and the smoke
from it, "Some kind of local thing?" he lifted it to his
mouth and sipped before downing more, "It'll do, sweetie,"
he patted the couch beside him.
She sidled up to his side and curled against him, "It seems
very popular here. There is a wide selection back there if you wish
for something more specific. I know how to mix many drinks, as well,
if you wish for something more elaborate," she offered, her
voice lowered now that she was closer to him.
Reaching out and putting a heavy arm around her shoulder, he
brushed his hand against her head-tentacles, leaning over and down
upon her small frame as he smiled. "Hey sweetie," he said
in that same sort of almost-cheery, but gruff, voice, "how about
you talk less and just focus on looking pretty and doing as you're
told, huh? I came to relax."
She
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