We finished our night out at Fates, curious looks and pointing fingers and all. Being the eye of attention encouraged a little liquid attitude. After a few more of those fruity drinky things, every absurd thought that entered my head caused me to collapse into a fit of giggles. Comments I bit back, for fear of sounding as "super fucking smashed" as I was, put me into fits hysterical laughter. The startled looks on my fellow clubbers faces triggered and even more so prolonged fits. Afraid I might wet myself GG tactfully dragged my cackling ass to the ladies before, announcing that it was time to go.
Leaving no earlier than 5am, GG all but poured me into the limosine. Instructing the driver to take us home, the scenery passed in a blur. Trying to sit dignifiedly up and straighten my bustier. I politely enquired which club we were off to now. It must have came out something like: Wish cub err ee goog too ow?? The befuddled look on GG's face quickly resolved itself after a moment. Laughing she said the best club of them all. Club GG's. Eyes wide I asked astonishingly that there was a club with her name on it?? Which by this point sounded like: Thrsss a cub call led Dzg Dzg's?? Quite amused at my expense she said something that sounded like that I had been there before and enjoyed it immensely. Anything beyond that was a haze as I started to fall asleep rather quickly.
Feeling the fresh crisp air on my face, I roused momentarily to feel the driver and GG support either side of me up the steps of her columned front doors. Trying valiantly to remember where we were supposed to be going, I shook my head to clear it. Suddenly the floor came rushing up to meet me...hard. The cool marble felt great on my overheated skin. I lapsed into another fit of giggles. Rolling on my side to stand up. Again the floor came at me. This was starting to cause me no little irritation. GG's driver scooped me up and began carrying me up the stairs. Alarmed I demanded to know just where he thought he was taking me. Looking over his shoulder at my host, for some kind of assistance, GG called over that he was taking me somewhere more comfortable so I could have a little rest. "Oooh, das goo" Laying my head on his shoulder. For a moment I wondered what it would be like for Sebastian to carry me this way. Snuggling deeper into the drivers arms, I breathed in the smell of him. Something about the way he smelled was instinctively wrong to me. He smelled of a light cologne and body musk. Just not the way he should smell. I felt myself being lowered on to a very soft and comfortable surface. Blankets were pulled over me, I vaguely heard the curtains being closed. Rolling over I muttered something about him smelling wrong. Then I gracefully fell asleep and proceeded to snore like a banshee.
I was busing tables at the Dog House bar I used to work at in college. Over in the corner at the end of the bar was my boyfriend, waiting with me as I cleaned up and closed the place that night. It was dead in the middle of winter, the customers tended to stay in on blustery night such as this one. One by one I systematically wiped the tables then put the chairs on top. I would work my way over to the bar, wipe it down. Putting the bar stools on top as I went. My boyfriend, whose name I can't remember, would finish up his beer by the time I got to his end. Putting the bottle in the case, I'd start turning off the various lights in the place. When there was only one or two left he would grab his and my jackets I'd lock up and we'd go back to his place for a night cap.
This time as I was about to pull the last light, he came up behind me nuzzling my neck and suggests a game of pool before we leave. That light still being on, I figured why not? He, considered himself a bit of a pool sharp, graciously let me break. When a ball of each set sunk I asked if he had a preference for highs or lows?? The perplexed look on his face spoke volumes. "Stripes or solids", I clarified. "You choose" he said, "after all it might be the only shot you get in. He had a look, that one does when indulging an activity for a small child. Something they are quite sure they can't do. Nodding, I proceeded to line up my shot and neatly pot the ball in the corner pocket. Still smiling, lucky shot of course. After sinking two more balls, banking the second shot, the glib look slid away. Sinking his initial shot, he misjudged the angle and the ball bounced off the horns of the corner. Potting another two balls, I glanced up to see an angry expression forming on his face. Nervous I missed my third shot. Lining up his next three shots, sinking them in succession, the smile was back along with a: "Just needed to warm up tis all" Scratching my next then missing the one after that, it was down to the 8 ball and my two. Queueing up for his last shot, he strikes the white ball too hard, potting both the 8 ball and the white behind it. He'd lost and wasn't going to take it gracefully. "That doesn't count as a loss, the black ball went in first. Now IF the white ball had preceded the black then it would have been a scratch for me"
"Actually Sir you would be incorrect." My head spinning around, I turned to see Sebastian standing behind me, almost protectively. "When the cue ball indeed follows the 8 into the pocket, it is considered a loss for the person taking the shot. I am very sorry, but you have in fact lost this game." Anger brewing on my boyfriends face, he comes around the table to take my arm to leave. "And I believe it is time for us to go....c'mon Seren." Pulling my arm out of his grasp, appalled at his rudeness, I remind him the bar doesn't close until there are no more customers. Turning to address the man behind me I ask if I can get him anything. "Why yes, I would be very grateful for an ice cold bottle of ale." Smiling as I nodded, I responded "It would be my pleasure" I turned to go and get his beer.
My boyfriend, was not so accommodating. "Serenity, you can't be serious! Toss this jerk out and lets go, now!" I have to admit, it was the "now!" that did it. Smiling again at the man in black, I said "I'm afraid the kitchen is closed but there are lots of little munchies in the fridge i could warm up if you were hungry too." My boyfriends eyes were virtually popping out of his head, his face had taken on an ugly mottled look. "That's it." he stormed. "you either come with me now or so help me I'll leave you here....alone." My face hardening of it's own accord, glared at him then I tipped my head toward the door. Shock flooded his expression then a meanness I'd never seen before settled in it's place. Turning he stalked out the door, but not before I called a cheery "See ya around Biff!!" Furious now he shouted "MY NAME IS....." Whatever it was I shut him off with a palm of my hand and a bored whatever.
Nervous yet titillated I turned towards my one customer. "Well done, young lady. Very well done indeed." As he put his now empty bottle of beer on the bar he said. "Now I believe it was your turn to break." Cocking his head towards the pool table. "Oh I really should finish closing up" I stammered. Looking around, then back at me, he tried "It does appear that you have accomplished that already. I assure you that despite that mans insinuations I have no intention of harming you in anyway. I just came to play a simple game of billiards. Which isn't much of a challenge by oneself." The man seemed so sincere and honest, it felt downright wrong to refuse him a simple game of pool. "Alright, why don't you rack and break, while I wipe down the bar." I said. He countered with a, "I will most certainly arrange the balls to their proper places, but as the victor of the previous game it is your privilege and right to take the first shot." "OK" I shot back. "I'll be just a sec." Washing up the bar, then putting the empty in the case I dropped the cloth in the sink out back and returned to the table.
He had arranged the balls into an unusual formation. One I'd never seen before. Spying my confused look, Sebastian explained. "I observed your playing before, you're very skilled at this game. More so than your opponent, yet you held back or deliberately missed. To flatter his rather en cumbersome ego I suspect. This formation will challenge you and your skills. You will not be able to hold back. Doing so will lose you the game, and my right as victor to claim my prize." Taking about three steps back, I enquired as to what that was. Laughing, with that rich velvety voice of his, he answered. "Not what you are imagining. I am not in the habit of forcing my attentions on young women, regardless of how alluring I may find them. I was thinking something simple to go with the game. Maybe another ale perhaps or those munchies you graciously mentioned earlier." Feeling foolish I agreed, taking up my pool cue to break the unusual formation. After I took the shot with my customary power and angle use. I understood what Sebastian meant about challenging me. Not one ball sunk into a pocket. I was used to sinking two sometimes three off the break alone. Chagrined I bowed him the table. I watched very carefully as he lined up his shot, and as he took that shot I found myself holding my breath. He missed. Somehow I was vaguely disappointed. then a thought occurred to me. Verbalizing that thought I said "Um, and what do I get if I win??" Grinning in amusement he asked what I wanted. Of course I drew a blank and could think of nothing. The way his lips curved when he genuinely smile was just plain sinful. And distracting, his eyes held a mischievous cast too them. "Why don't we continue and you can think of something during the course of the match." He suggested. Moving my head up and down all I could do was think about those lips. Were they as soft as they looked. Would they be firm and demanding or feather light against mine. All sorts of images flooded my mind. All of them ending with me tasting those lips.
While I was pondering such thoughts I found that I had lost the match. Smiling I asked which it would be, the beer or the snacks. You choose he said. So a bit peckish myself, I warmed up some mini hor'dervs and returned to the table once again set up in the bizarre formation.
"Oh, are we playing again??"
"Well I thought since you were unfamiliar with this particular set up, it was only fair to give you the opportunity to try your luck again." He said. Slyly adding. "After these delicious eats I might want an ale to cool my parched throat."
Feeling impulsive, especially after watching him eat delicately with his fingers. His tongue snaking out every so often to lick clean the digits feeding him.
"And if I win......a kiss." Surprise mingled with intrigue flashed over his features.
"My dear lady, are you in the habit of demanding intimacies as though they were prizes?? I can assure they are most definitely not to be used like bargaining chips at a gentleman's poker game." The words,rebuking but the tone lazy and interested.
"Be that as it may, that is the prize I claim." Feeling bold, daring. "Take it or leave it."
