| Subject: .:.What's that for? .:. |
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Zeth
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Date Posted: 06/13/09 7:37:04pm
In reply to:
Jessie Morgan
's message, "..::Gunpowder & Lead::.." on 06/13/09 7:00:30pm
.:. The male had watched her since she’d entered. She looked tired from a hard day, but none the less unique in beauty. He had noted those full red lips of hers in passing but turned his attention away as she rested briefly by the bar. His eyes immediately filtered back, watching the passing city go by in streaks outside the bar’s door. He was feeling the effects of all the empty glasses on the table’s top, but could control himself as always. He could hear the brief conversation she held with the male at the bar, but anything corresponding to him was lost. He wasn’t focusing on anything in particular; so many things in the surrounding buildings were going by unnoticed. This was the effect alcohol had always had on him. It weakened his focus, making it more difficult to tune into his aroused senses. They were still as sharp, they just felt muted to him.
June had seen the reentrance of the male to the city. He had come quietly in the night, picking his way into the abandon warehouse and setting up camp in his old apartment. He had notified the city that he had returned, that his building was no longer abandoned, and suggested a lively place for their for sale signs. The next day he’d taken them down and burned them with some left over debris from inside the building. He wasn’t a hard worker by any means, but the work made him focus and therefor his mind didn’t have time to wander.
As the young female slide into the booth, he felt and heard all her movements. But it wasn’t until her feet touched his jeaned hip that he looked over at her. She’d placed his small glass of Bulleit Burbon over ice on the table and his eyes drifted down to it. His hand unclasped around the one he had, and reached for the new one. He brought it twice to his lips before speaking. The liquid coursed down his throat to add a more muted feeling to the edges of his brain. “No, please. Have a seat.” His words weren’t said as if satirical, but given that she was already sitting there could only be one way to take them. His eyes bounced from her around the room just ensuring that this wasn’t the only empty seat left. Once that was confirmed he looked back at her. “I’m Zeth. And who do I owe the pleasure?” His eyes were focused on her lips again, waiting for them to move. He took one more sip from his glass and finally noted it was stronger. Good. He liked strong. .:.
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