I'll Buy (Dante)

[Seamus Valik]

[member="Dante Sotari"]

Seamus checked his datapad as he sat listening to the music play over the crowd. His bright blue eyes scanned the message that had come over the dating app his friend had downloaded. He shook his head briefly and read it again.

[For you? I'll wait.] He sent back and proceeded to order a water to balance out the last pint. If he was going to meet someone new he wanted at least to be semi-sober.

His water came and he looked around for his friend and was none too surprised to see that he was wrapped up with some green skinned lady in a corner booth.

"Good for you, mate." Seamus said to himself as he took off his jacket and sat it over the empty barstool beside him. He leamed on the bar and tried to act casual but the last time he had been on a date was at least four years ago and that had not turned out well.

"Calm down, Seamus." He told himself as he took a drink of water, "Just drinks and dancing. A night of fun. That's all."

He checked his chrono and decided to just watch the bolo-ball game on the holovid above the bar. He would just show her a good time. It would be fine.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Dante, on the other hand, wasn't particularly nervous or worried. She'd taken a quick spin through the sonic 'fresher and changed, pulling a light jacket over tank and jeans. It was a pub, after all. Side arm and boots and she was set to go. Quick share of the coordinates with her friend and she was gone, walking confidently through the city, hands in her pockets.

Wasn't usually how she did things, despite the relative comfort. Usually she just met someone while already drinking. Drinks, dancing, sometimes it led somewhere, sometimes it didn't. She was comfortable with the casual and this definitely qualified.

She was surprised at how crowded the pub was. It wasn't packed, but she had to shoulder her way through a particularly boisterous group at the door. Hazel eyes flicked up, noting the bolo-ball game on the holo, doing an initial scan of the bar that was less about looking for the cutie she'd lightninged and more about habit and threat assessment.

Nonetheless, it was on that first pass through that she spotted him. A nervous tap of fingers on the bar, something about the set of his shoulders, catching her attention. It wasn't much, but just enough to ping her mental radar. It wasn't until he turned his head slightly and she caught sight of his profile that she recognized him. Seamus the profile had said.

Threading her way through the crowd, she managed to end up right off of his shoulder.

The smirk in her voice was clear even before he turned to look.

"This seat taken?"

[member="Seamus Valik"]

 

[Seamus Valik]

[member="Dante Sotari"]

Seamus tapped his fingers on the bar as he waited. His simple grey tee shirt felt fine for a pub but he wondered if it was too casual for the lady. He took a sip of water and put it down as a voice from over his shoulder asked if the seat was taken. He could here the smirk in her voice and turned to look ready to answer that it was.

He leaned back slightly and looked at the woman who spoke. His bright blue eyes drank her in for an instant as recognition lit his face. She was stunning, an absolute heart stopper and he felt the truth of that thought immediately. He wanted to play it cool and collected but his face broke into one of his broad smiles.

"It is now." He said finding his voice much calmer than he felt.

He moved his coat out of the way for her and turned sideways on his stool to face her as she took her seat. His bright smile still on his face.

"I'm glad you could make it." He said feeling somehow sober and yet buzzed at the same time. He couldn't help but want to fall into her hazel eyes but composed himself with a deep breath.

"So, what are you drinking tonight?" He asked feeling calmer but still unable to wipe his smile away completely. He almost gave her a hug in greeting but couldn't for the life of him remember what was the local custom. He was obviously over-thinking the situation.

He waved to the bar tender and waited to order for him and the lovliest creature in the pub.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Oh he was cute. Not his looks specifically (though there was that too), it was his reactions. The way those blue eyes lit up in recognition, the involuntary smile, broad- not necessarily confident but unself-conscious in its appreciation. Her own smirked broadened into a smile in answer, sliding up onto the stool. C. U. T. E.

"Well, you gave very good direction," she teased slightly.

"Whatever ale they have on tap, I like surprises," she said, glancing at the bartender and confirming before looking back at him.

She'd checked his profile again before leaving, but like her own, it didn't really offer much. Well, more than hers did, but that wasn't hard. For a moment she paused, looking right into his eyes, hazel gaze going back and forth before-

"Yup. Confirming. Mr. Blue Eyes. The picture you used doesn't do 'em justice, for the record. Should I call you that or do you prefer 'Seamus?'" The curve of her lips hovered somewhere between a smile and a smirk as she spun on the stool slightly to face him, resting her elbow on the bar.

[member="Seamus Valik"]

 

[Seamus Valik]

He watched her smile spread across her face and couldn't help but wonder how such an undeniably gorgeous woman would ever need to use a dating app. She could easily have walk in here alone and garnered the attentions of ever male in the room, females too for that matter.

Color rose to his cheeks at the playful mention of his directions and he inclined his head slightly in a mock bow in an effort to play along.

"Two, please." He said to the barman who was all too ready to pour for the lady. Seamus slid his credit chip across the bar to the man. "Keep it open, as well."

He looked back at her and looked at her large hazel eyes and the the way the soft light danced in their surface. He couldn't help but appreciate the soft curvature of her cheeks and jaw that accentuated her lips. He had always been exceptional with attention to detail, her coming armed with a holster worn like a person that knew just how to use the side arm for instance, but there were few times when he had liked the details he saw quite so well.

He smiled as her eyes studied his and searched for the what he should say. He had spent more time interrogating than conversating of late and resisited the urge to start asking question. He was ready to speak but she beat him to it.

He looked down toward his boots as he felt the heat rise to his cheeks painting them for a moment and let out a chuckle. He had forgotten what his friend had put on his profile. He would have to thank him later.

"For you? Either is fine." He said as he looked back up and flashed his best sideways grin. "And we agree on that already. Your picture is a pale comparison to you."

He grinned as she rested her elbow on the bar. He enjoyed the way her blond hair rested on her shoulders and how that playful smile seemed to make those big hazel eyes sparkle. He shook his head in as if to clear it.

"You're gorgeous enough that I might not need the ale to get me drunk." He joked in an effort to keep that lovely smile on her lips as long as he possibly could. "And do you prefer, Dante or something else?"

He looked away but only long enough to thank the barkeep as the man sat the drinks down in front of them on thr bar. He looked back and found that for once he was content to just be a random man in a pub with a beautiful young woman. The rest of the galaxy could kark off for an evening.

[member="Dante Sotari"]

 

[Dante Sotari]

She caught the colour rising in his cheeks and that as much as the compliments widened her smile a touch.

"A flatterer and a blusher, I think I hit the jack pot," her smile turning a touch mischievous over the rim of the glass as she brought it to her lips.

This was easy, fun. The flirting was casual and while she believed he meant it, it didn't have real weight to it. Not the kind that might send her back off into the night with a 'thanks for the beer but that got too real'. Just enough to be warm and flattering without expectation. She liked it and appreciated it. Feed the ego, don't cage it and she was perfectly content to trade compliments and teases. Of course, she'd had a few with Rish while fiddling around with the app, and while she was by no means drunk, just that little bit helped smooth out some of her rougher edges and make everything just a little easier to enjoy.

"Well if you don't need the ale, I guess I'll just have to suck it up and drink yours too," she replied with a wink. Raising the back of her hand to her forehead she attempted a mock forlorn expression. "Alas."

But laughter ruined the effect and she took another sip of her own. It was good ale, she decided, the nod she gave a moment later reflecting her appreciation of the drink in her hand.

"Dante is fine, though some people call me Dan," she answered, offering her free hand to shake, a reflexive response more than anything else.

Her attention stayed mostly on him, enjoying the openness of his reactions and responses. Earnest, is how she'd describe him to Rish later. Occasionally hazel eyes drifted off, checking the mirror behind the bar that gave her a full view without turning around, the door opening and the figures coming in out of the chill. But the movements were reflexive and Dante barely noticed doing them. It was just habit, ingrained and second nature at this point. But they always came back, catching his smile, the embarrassed shrug, or the way his gaze cast over her. She caught it all and smiled in response.

"So, bolo-ball, hmm?" His profile had including a bit more than hers had, just enough to keep things rolling without resorting to ordering shots- not a bad course of action by any means as far as she was concerned, but this was also good.

"I admit I'm not that familiar with it beyond barracks arguments about whose team is going to slaughter their way through all the others. More into shock-boxing myself." She paused, actually looking thoughtful for a moment. "I've been assuming they haven't been literal but I just realized I'm not a hundred percent sure on that."

@Seamus Valkin

 

[Seamus Valik]

[member="Dante Sotari"]

Seamus blushed again, a thing that he seemed to be doing quite a lot this evening, and brought his glass to his lips for a quick taste. She was a charming one, and pretty, a dangerous combination under any circumstances. Her comment that she would have to drink both ales and her dispaly of mock gloom made him let out an honest laugh. He lifted his glass again.

"Don't fret, dear lady." He said hoisting the glass, "I shant let you suffer alone." With a wink and a smile he took a good long drink and set the glass down with a smile.

"Good Ale and better company." He said happily, "I think I'm the one that hit the jackpot, Dante."

He watched her and caught the subtle way she checked her surroundings. He had done the same when he arrived and occasionally checked the mirror behind the bar and used his peripheral vision to watch for sudden movements nearby. He could use the force. That was true enough but that would require dividing his focus and he prefered giving that to her at the moment. He smiled and nodded at the mention of bolo-ball.

"Bolo-ball?!" He said in feigned surprise, "No one has taught you about 'the beautiful game'?" He made a face of mock remorse.

"You poor beautiful thing." He said as he shook his head, "I was recruited out of school. What happens in the barest terms is two teams of eleven people each chase a ball around a field using only their feet and try to get said ball into the other team's goal."

He smiled and then forced on a serious face as he moved his glass to his lips.

"It's all very serious." He said trying hard to look serious, "Borderline combat, really."

He looked at his glass and saw it was already near empty and motioned for the bar keep to order another. However, he had promised more than drinks and he never broke a promise willingly.

"Did you want a shot or two?" He said as an after thought, "because I think I promised you some dancing."

 

[Dante Sotari]

"Using just their feet? That sounds..... honestly that sounds difficult as kark and hilarious to watch. I'll have to pay attention next time they have it up on the holo."

She wasn't ignoring his compliments, not even a little. Each one tugged at the corner of her lips. He was laying it on thick, and she didn't mind. Hazel eyes regarded him, looking him up and down with a long, appraising sweep.

"Bet you were good at it, seem like you can handle yourself," she said with a smirk. She could have meant just bolo-ball. Could have meant something else entirely. Of course it was the sort of thing, just the slightest bite of implication, that would be innocently denied if questioned.

She finished her ale a moment before he did, and at his next suggestion both of her eyebrows rose, smirk deepening again and offering him a slightly different appraisal this time.

"Not going to say no to a couple of shots," she said after a moment, glancing up to nod to the bartender who had been keeping a small slice of his attention available for an open tab.

Leaning in slightly, her smile turned a little conspiratorial, voice lowering slightly.

"I don't need more relaxing to enjoy a dance with you I suspect, but if you do, well, I'm happy to help put you at ease, Blue."

The glint in her eyes was teasing, playful. Shots arrived and she plucked them both off of the bar, far more in her element it seemed than he was. She offered one to him, holding it out between them.

"To relaxing?"

[member="Seamus Valik"]

 

[Seamus Valik]

[member="Dante Sotari"]

His temporary reprieve from blushing ended abruptly when the comment about knowing how to handle himself reached his ears. He tried to keep his mouth from engaging without first consulting his brain but between the intoxication of her charm and look and the actual intoxication from drinking for a few hours before she arrived the words;

"Only one way to find out." Slipped from his lips.

Color darkened on his face but he hoped it would seem like it was just the alcohol. He fought the urge to apologize and decided to just let it go and hope he hadn't blown his first date-like experience in far too long.

"Fair enough," he said as he took the shot from her hand and held it up, "to relaxing rhen."

He shot the alcohol down quickly and realized he hadn't bothered to ask the barkeep what it was he was shooting. The alcohol burned powerfully going down and sent a wave of heat through him in an instant.

"Whoo," he said before he flashed her another winning smile and had the first less than Jedi like thought about her wonderfully athletic body of the evening.

He stood calmly and held out a hand in as chivalrous a manner and his buzzing head would allow.

"Shall we make everyone here jealous and get you dancing?" He asked as he let a half smirk, half grin lift his lips, "Maybe see how you handle, yourself?"

(For shame, Seamus)

 

[Dante Sotari]

"Sounds worth finding out. You're cute when you blush, you know that?"

With a wink she threw back the shot a moment after him. Head tilted back, eyes closed, she hummed with a certain satisfaction at the burn. Dante hadn't asked and hadn't particularly cared, but recognized it as a particularly strong spirit from Tatooine. Main component in a Sunburn, but she couldn't place the name. Clear, hard and raw but in a good way.

Placing the shot glass down, she plucked his from his hand again, fingers brushing before sliding off the stool and accepting his offered hand. Finger tips slid across his palm and she matched him, smile for smile. She pushed up on her toes, lips brushing his ear.

"More interested to see how you handle me," she whispered.

Eyes sparkling she pulled back and drew him out onto the dance floor, enjoying his response.

[member="Seamus Valik"]

 

[Seamus Valik]

[member="Dante Sotari"]

The mix of alcohol and natural attraction was an age old catalyst for behavior most would find otherwise unfitting for a first meeting. As, it turned out, this was no exception. He smiled at her as she took his empty shot glass and stood on her toes to whisper on his ear. He blushed. The hot blood coursed to his cheeks and even reddened his ears. He gulped, involuntarily and became serious for a moment.

He looked at her and followed her shape from top to bottom and felt the smirk rise to his lips as his bright blue eyes fluttered back up to look at her impish grin. He said nothing as she lead him out to the dance floor but he did take the moment to enjoy the view.

When she stopped and turned to face him he moved close, all other thoughts outside of her and the moment dissipated in a flash. The music itself was barely able to dictate his movents as he put strong hands around her narrow waste. He drew her close and let himself dive into those brilliant hazel eyes as he held her firmly against him.

"Mission accepted." He said as he began to lead the dance. It was maybe not the smoothest thing to say but the other thoughts he had were far from being properlyfiltered, so he went with it.

He drew his hands around to the small of her back as they moved in time to the beat and felt his heart pound through his extremities. Signs of slightly increased blood presure and heavily decreased inhibitions were growing more abundant by the moment as he leaned close. He lowered his lips to hover beside an her ear.

"Ok so far?" He asked in a whisper.

 

[Dante Sotari]

It wasn't a dance club, the music didn't overwhelm the senses, so instead of heartbeats overcome by the external metronome, instead they were both left only with the actual rhythm of breath and pulse, the music a counterpoint rather than a tidal wave. She moved easily in his arms, relaxed. When he tugged her in closer, she stepped in but didn't cling, stepping back out again when the music asked for it, but returning each time with his hands on her waist.

"Mmmm very," she murmured back, and he could feel the smirk tug up her lips against his cheek, her breath warm against the curve of his jaw.

"I wonder," she chuckled against him, "If this is how you were expecting the evening to go when you set out tonight."

Slowly she drew back, catching his eye for a heartbeat before turning around in his arms. He'd set the pace until that moment, but now she was playing his hands on her hips, the line of her back against him as the music kept her moving.

"You okay back there?" She teased, tilting her head back against his shoulder.

[member="Seamus Valik"]

 

[Seamus Valik]

Hear me out, shut up and listen for a minute
It's time to clean all these closets out, starting with
Sweet as a rose, but you're still covered in thorns
It's hurting your image
Everyday you chose to live for the moment
It sure got you dirty

His blood felt hot in hus veins for the first time in ages as she moved against him. The playfulness in her voice was as electrifying as anything he could have enjoyed. Who needed drugs with someone like her? He simply moved with the music and the curves of her body as the song played.

Girl, you a fine ass mess
I hate that it's true
Baby, it's time to get the mud off your dress
Way too much been swept up under your rug

"I was expecting to drink alone tonight," he said as her breath and mouth against his jaw sent a chill down his spine. He wanted to say something smooth but all he could think about was the heat of her body against his. "This is better." Was all he could manage.

There's certain things that you just can't do
Nobody laying in the bed that you've made but you
You won't see the beauty I've seen
And realize 'til you clean off your mirror
Down and dusted, broke and disgusted
Baby, don't trust the smoke and the mirrors
I'll show you what's clearer

He met her eyes as she moved back slightly. Her hazel eyes sparkling in the dim lights of the pub. If there were two other people in the place he wouldn't have even noticed. He bit the corner of his lip as he looked at the lithe woman, azure eyes drinking her in faster than the shot they had just shared. She turned and pressed against him moving in time with the music.

You can't be a fine ass mess
I hate that it's true
Baby, it's time to get the mud off your dress
Way too much been swept up under your rug

He relished the way her hair clung against his shirt as she leaned back and pressed her head to his shoulder. He leaned his head down close and let the smell of her hair fill his sense as they continued to move. Whether it was the heat from the dancing or from the hot blood in his cheeks he couldn't say.

"Mhm." Was the best reply he could manage.

She's messy and sexy
The whole world knows
Her beauty don't impress me cause her attitude is cold
Can be classy and trashy, no way to be both
Either one or the other, are you confident though?
Are you copper or gold?
Are you copper or gold?
Let me know, tell me why, yeah

He let his hands drift forward slowly from her hips to her thighs for a moment before sliding them back. The soft cloth was smooth against his rougher hands. He lifted a hand as they moved...

Girl, you a fine-ass mess
I hate that it's true
Baby, it's time to get the mud off your dress
Way too much been swept up under your rug

And ran his finger tips up her forearm to her shoulder then moved to her shoulder to brush her hair lightly to the side. He leaned down again and put his lips by her ear, as the scent of her scattered what little sense he seemed to ne able to muster.

"You're amazing." He whispered, before he moved his fingers back down her arm and moved back to slowly turn her back around and place her small hand behind his head. He leaned down and put his forehead against hers as the song wound down.

You can't be a fine-ass mess
I hate that it's true
Baby, it's time to get the mud off your dress
Way too much been swept up under your rug

The song stopped as he looked down into her big eyes but for a moment he didn't notice. He just held her there for a second that for him seemed to stretch into much longer. He fought the urge to try a kiss and reluctantly stepped back again to flash a smile.

"Another drink?" He asked uncertain of how to proceed, "or another dance? I'm all yours."

He flashed a grin and honestly didn't know what would be better sitting and enjoying her voice or another dance and enjoying...well everything else.

[member="Dante Sotari"]

 

[Dante Sotari]

"Mmm much better," she agreed, movements liquid against him.

They gave up words for a little bit, his hands tracing, her hips responding. The music worked them both, and the smile curled across her lips as she tilted her head for him, humming in appreciation of his appreciation. Her eyes opened again (when had they closed? She hadn't noticed in the sensations of body against body, the beat of the music and the buzz of alcohol) when he whispered in her ear, and she chuckled, deep throated and genuine before he turned her around in his arms. She slid her hand along his neck, fingers threading through the hair at the nape, nails dragging in just the barest hint of a bite as she looked up at him, head tilted slightly to the side and watching him.

"Um, Blue?" she'd murmured gently, shaking him out of his reverie when the music ended and he'd been trapped, briefly, in that moment. But she was smiling and relaxed, abundantly clear that she didn't mind.

Not at all.

"Hmmm, another drink," she said, smile spreading as she reached out and drew his hand back to the small of her back as they headed back toward the bar.

Signalling the bartender, she glanced sidelong back at him.

"So.... you live around here?" She asked casually, leaning against the bar.

"Or do athletic, charming, blue eyed men grow on special trees somewhere?"

[member="Seamus Valik"]

 

[Seamus Valik]

He inhaled sharply as her fingers ran through his hair, nails moving with just the right amount of pressure to make him close his eyes and bite his bottom lip again unintentionally.

"Mmm," he said with more emotion than he had intended to let show. "Sounds good."

He pulled at front of his shirt as he walked with his hand on the small of her back and hoped the heat in his cheeks had died down a little. He watched her as she leaned on the bar. His eyes tracing the lines of her body like a slow moving speeder and he made sure they hugged the curves. This was completely out of character for him not the thoughts, he wasn't afraid to appreciate beauty when he saw it, but he wasn't used to the indulgence of that appreciation.

He slid up to the bar beside her and leaned on one elbow hands clasped casually as he shamlessly watched her. The realization that he could have watched her all day was both scary and enticing as he gave a shy smile at her comment. That blush still lightly painted his cheeks.

"If there is a tree it needs to be cut down to remove the competition." He said with a chuckle as the drinks were sat down. "But no, I am here on business. I live on Sulon."

He took a sip of the ale and held it casually infront of him.

"How about you? Live around here?" He asked drinking her in with those big blues, "and if you say there is a tree growing charming beautiful women with gorgeous eyes I may need coordinates. Just saying."

[member="Dante Sotari"]

 

[Dante Sotari]

She had been aware of how he watched her since she had slipped up onto the stool next to him. But as the night progressed, the alcohol flowed, he got bolder and this time she clearly watching him as his eyes traveled, waiting for his gaze when it reached her face again. The particular flavor of smile and the glint in her eye made it very clear that even if he hadn't been sure before, it was obvious that he was invited to continue.

Hips still up against the bar, she stretched her arms over her head, back arching slightly against his hand as her head tipped back for a moment. Whether she had legitimately needed to stretch or if she was egging him on, well.

Let's be honest, it was probably the later.

"I'm stationed on the opposite side of the city," she drawled lazily. "But where I'm from there's not a lot of trees, so I think you'll just have to keep dreamin'."

That of course told more than the words themselves. Between the other clues he'd picked up when she came in and that, it became clear that she was Imperial Military.

Drinks arrived and she captured hers with the dexterity of someone working just a touch too hard to keep it. The exaggerated care of the tipsy. She felt comfortable, pleasantly warm, and if she were being honest, a little smug and sassy. Bringing her glass up, she watched him over the rim for a moment.

"So, it was to... what..... to relaxing last round, right? Your turn. What are we drinking to this time?"

[member="Seamus Valik"]

 

[Seamus Valik]

Seamus was quite drunk and he couldn't really remember a time he had drank more or enjoyed it as much to be honest. He let his hand slide up her back to her neck and gave a breif slight squeeze before he slowly moved his hand away to his drink.

The fact that she was military here did little to change his line of thought. People in the military were often just people but he had to remind himself he wasn't a in the order anymore. It was a bitter pill, so he washed it down with a swig of ale.

"Oh, I think my dreams will be fine without trees." He said offering a grin as he slid s step closer until he was close enough to smell her shampoo. "Though I'm sure limbs will be involved." He added as he thought about the way her back arched when she had stretched.

He looked at her, the sly way she played at her flirting, the way she moved, smelled, and felt. It was true intoxication. An intoxication that ale could have never have achieved. He felt emotions he had honestly forgotten he had. A desire that he was certain he had not felt before, not like this at least. The realization that what he felt translated to the fact that he wanted her somehow didn't frighten him as much as it would have before he had been trapped in the netherworld. And he didn't know how to feel about that at the moment. He hadn't actually expected to enjoy himself this much not by a long shot.

He smiled as she asked what they should toast to. And let his smile turn into a sly grin.

"Alright, how about we drink to a good time?" He said though he could have drank to the way her hips had felt just as easily.

He looked over his glass at her and supressed an "Unf." As he brought the glass to his lips to take a good pull of the ale.

[member="Dante Sotari"]

 

[Dante Sotari]

He was close enough that the breath from his words stirred the hair around her ears lightly, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, a soft hum greeting his hand on the back of her neck.

"Mmm, a good time? I can drink to that," she murmured. Their eyes met over the edges of the glasses, both drinking deeply, but Dante eased off first, that smirk curling again as she lowered the glass. Her own eyes traced down from his for a moment then up again, an eyebrow arching slightly, an almost devilish glint in her eye as she leaned in slightly.

"You've given me every option so far," she almost purred. One hand slipped up behind his head and for a moment, she might have been coming in to kiss him. Instead she shifted slightly to the left, mouth just brushing the line of his jaw. Right hand reached out, fingertips heavy on his hip as she brushed her face past him, lips soft against his ear. "Your turn. Can stay and have a good time here. Or blow this scene for something quieter."

Her fingers traced in.


[member="Seamus Valik"]

 

[Seamus Valik]

He set his glass down after their toast and took a breath. He could smell her hair, feel her breath as she moved in. He wasn't use to the the way her eyes took him in the way she made his heart quicken with a glance, nor was he used to the way she made his blood feel ready to boil.

She had awakened a side of him he wasn't sure how to control. An animal, primal thing he had thought long caged grew more alive with each look, each touch. He turned his head slightly as her mouth brushed his and felt an electric tingle run acrossed his skin.

Her small hand slipped behind head and he inhaled sharply. Her other hand tracing lightly and finding his agreement evident. His hands slipped to her waste as he turned his head slighty to brush her ear with his lips.

"Quiet is good." He said as he pressed her hips closer for a moment. He moved back a moment and looked at the barman. "Close that tab will you, Mate?" He told the man.

"Bout bloody time." The man replied handing back the credit chip. Seamus grabbed his jacket quickky.

"Lead the way." He said as he skipped an arm around her waste. If she were a drug, he'd be hooked.


[member="Dante Sotari"]

 

[Dante Sotari]

She finished her drink in one go, pushing it to slide a few inches across the bar, but her attention was on him. The want of want. Forget about all of the nonsense, just have a good time. No strings, no mess, just him, her. Her own arm slide along his back over his, fingers splaying against the back of his neck as they headed out of the bar.

Tipsy, that warm comfortable place where everything seemed easy, whether it actually was or not. Where hips swayed easily and eyes lidded heavy. Where the heat from the alcohol and the company meant that the bite of the cold night was bracing rather than disagreeable. The cold wind buffeted them, and she laughed, throaty and unselfconscious. She let it turn her into him just as the door was closing.

There was that smile again, smug and turned bold right before she pulled him down and kissed him. One hand on the back of his neck, the other curled into the front of his shirt. It wasn't a light, casual kiss. She put her all into it, mouth warm and soft against his.

She would pull away before him, not much, but just enough. Her lips brushed his as she whispered.

"You staying near here? Or should we get a room?"

Straightforward. To the point.

[member="Seamus Valik"]