Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2013 20:12:07 GMT
DEEP
IN
THE
OCEAN
DEAD
AND
CAST
AWAY
A
SOLDIER
ON
MY
OWN
I
DON'T
KNOW
THE
WAY
"So? You want to join us prettyboy?" the woman whispered, grinding her chest against his arm. Zael had only been with her for twenty minutes or so but all she'd done is talk about how much fun going drinking with her friends would be. At first Zael didn't really feel up to it, he'd been to the club on more than one occasion with other women before, and they always ended up so drunk they threw up on his good clothes. It wasn't until he remembered another host, Thomas, would also be at the establishment tonight with a different group that he became really interested. Thomas and Zael had been growing a healthy sort of rivalry for a while now, and it wasn't every day he could could best the man in public.
Zael pulled her face toward his, lightly caressing her waist with the arm still wrapped around her thin frame. "If it pleases you," what was her name again, "I would see myself spending my evening in no greater company than yours Krissy." The girl batted her eyelashes and giggled, her cheeks warming against his fingers. And so that was that. He ended their session with the promise to meet later so he could get ready for the evening. From what he understood this was some sort of staff get together, and if he remembered correctly they all worked at some kind of law firm or whatnot. If the woman's friends were anything like her, he didn't see any kind of hardships befalling him tonight. Except the chance of his good clothes being ruined. Zael shuddered.
The club itself was the easy sort to find, making his hopes of his coworker getting lost along the way rather slim. They were crushed altogether when he arrived at the door - paid service regularly seen at the club were considered VIP and gave them the opportunity to skip the increasingly long lineup outside - only to nearly crash into Thomas. They glared at each other but said nothing, as was usual for the two. As far as they thought nothing the other said mattered anyway. Once inside he caught site of Krissy rather easily, or rather she caught sight of him and stood to wave her arms wildly at them. To some she would have looked childish, but the way her cherry-blonde hair swung across her exposed shoulders coupled with her exquisite curvy yet lithe body drew eyes for a completely different reason. Zael threaded his way to the booth casually, drawing his own looks. He wore a dark grey suit that somehow didn't seem to make him look too formal. Zael half bowed, his ruby eyes flitting across each of their in acknowledgment before offering a calm and hopefully charming smile for the group of girls. "Hello ladies, I will be your host for the night, Please treat me kindly."
Zael pulled her face toward his, lightly caressing her waist with the arm still wrapped around her thin frame. "If it pleases you," what was her name again, "I would see myself spending my evening in no greater company than yours Krissy." The girl batted her eyelashes and giggled, her cheeks warming against his fingers. And so that was that. He ended their session with the promise to meet later so he could get ready for the evening. From what he understood this was some sort of staff get together, and if he remembered correctly they all worked at some kind of law firm or whatnot. If the woman's friends were anything like her, he didn't see any kind of hardships befalling him tonight. Except the chance of his good clothes being ruined. Zael shuddered.
The club itself was the easy sort to find, making his hopes of his coworker getting lost along the way rather slim. They were crushed altogether when he arrived at the door - paid service regularly seen at the club were considered VIP and gave them the opportunity to skip the increasingly long lineup outside - only to nearly crash into Thomas. They glared at each other but said nothing, as was usual for the two. As far as they thought nothing the other said mattered anyway. Once inside he caught site of Krissy rather easily, or rather she caught sight of him and stood to wave her arms wildly at them. To some she would have looked childish, but the way her cherry-blonde hair swung across her exposed shoulders coupled with her exquisite curvy yet lithe body drew eyes for a completely different reason. Zael threaded his way to the booth casually, drawing his own looks. He wore a dark grey suit that somehow didn't seem to make him look too formal. Zael half bowed, his ruby eyes flitting across each of their in acknowledgment before offering a calm and hopefully charming smile for the group of girls. "Hello ladies, I will be your host for the night, Please treat me kindly."
hope this is okay~
