Gotta love multitasking. And delivery.

The older woman, he's sure, is lovely, but she hardly captured his attention the way you have. He's pretty sure it was the hour, and not his presence.

Oh, he isn't objecting to you looking your fill. Or that you are looking, quite the opposite, judging by the he takes your look as an invitation to return it. Not trying to hide that, either, really, the way he drinks you in like a man encountering an oasis in a desert.

A flutter of humour in his eyes, paired with an underpinning of the edges that have him here tonight. "Both, I suppose."

Without quite looking away from you, a nod to the bartender, and he's going to pick up his shot glass in a silent toast, before tipping it back without hesitation. Just the faintest grimace at the taste, "both better and worse than I remember, somehow."

There's no ring lines, or rings, to tip you off. "I've been... away. Turns out long distance relationship are not to my ex-fiance's taste." A hint of a tease in the deep rumble of his voice. "For more than that, though, you're going to need me to be considerably more drunk."

There's a coiled sort of energy that the drink has done nothing to dissipate, or take the edges off.

Looking for my Mistress

Well RT is demanding my full attention

Unless you have another idea

Always a good way to start

Maybe a dance?

queen

OK thATS GOOD

I dont think so

♡

hardened

only if you want me to

Are you going to put up a struggle? *s*

well then Iam here if you think you can take me

Wherever I can find it

*leaving love and hugs*

Mostly I’d ummmmmm
Take what I need

mostly what hun ? *grin* Me I enjoy pleasing others in all ways

You can, most definitely, get alcohol delivered. Not to worry, she can educate you. Which means that this trip isn't about making as much space as possible between her and sobriety. Or, well, isn't solely about it.

With her back to the door, she doesn't notice you coming in or the way you seem to part the waters as you head toward the bar. Just that, suddenly, there's someone new next to her. You are not the quiet, older woman she'd sat down next to all of twenty minutes ago. Not even close.

You are, however, much nicer to look at, if you ask her. A slight turn of her head has her looking over at you. A look that lasts longer than is entirely necessary. Is it the fact that your order was a more direct version of hers? Or something else? It's hard to tell, but if you catch her all-but-staring, you'll earn yourself a quirked grin, one that doesn't quite reach those crystal blue eyes, something missing there. Though, it seems to be the same way your expression is hiding something, but not completely, not all that well. Then again, it's very late and they're both drinking with intent.

At that crooked smile and the way it warms eyes that are a lighter mirror of her own, hers spreads a little, softens a little. A soft hum of amusement as you say you're out of practice.

Drinking or flirting?

Lightly teased. But she gives a nod at your offer and the bartender moves to pour your tequila and a surprise martini for her. This one comes out with layers of soft pink and golden yellow. Something gives a little flutter in her chest at the tone of your voice, the underlayer of rumble in it. Whilst sipping at her last martini, she looks you over in a way that is equal parts assessment and admiration. There's something... nearly dangerous about you, but also... not. She can't quite place it. Usually, she's pretty adept at reading people.

How come?

Why would you be out of practice? Recent breakup? Divorce? Back on the wagon, so to speak?

*giggles*