Having A Drink {Felicia}
Mar 18, 2010 19:19:34 GMT -5
Post by Nathan Travers on Mar 18, 2010 19:19:34 GMT -5
Nate looked around a bit boredly as he sat on a stool by the bar, holding his glass in a hand without drinking from it, merely moving it slightly so to make the liquid swirl inside of it. At this point this was the biggest entertainment of the evening, no kidding. Though really there hadn't been many happenings of interest in his life for the past three weeks or so - which dated back to the morning he'd woken up in Felicia's dorm room. He didn't really care what other people thought at this point - that, for one thing, it was only a matter of time before their fling or whatever it might be called ended, or that he was better off without having to deal with her anyway. Part of him was inclined to think maybe that was true, though not for the same reasons as those who told him so, but because well... what would have been the point in keeping things going anyway, so it was probably better that it was over now. But still, the rest of him pretty much hated the fact that he no longer got to see her or talk to her, to kiss her and feel her soft skin beneath his hands. In those rare moments they had spent together without having sex - usually when they were waiting to get to a place where they could do so - he'd just... seen something else.
And it wasn't rare that he woke up yearning for her and the closeness of their bodies, but he figured that this yearning would go away with time, or at least he hoped so, because he doubted anything would come of this. She'd probably already found someone else to spend some time with anyway, and it wasn't like he wanted to admit, even in his mind, that he was currently pinning after her. He pushed those thoughts out of his head, figuring he'd come here to try and think of something else than her and so he might as well just do that, bringing his glass up to his lips and barely noticing the slightly burning sensation of alcohol as it went down his throat, being pretty used to it by now. He didn't plan on getting himself drunk or anything, he was pretty much just passing time right now, spending a bit of time here before he could go back to the Academy and maybe sleep or something. He was still focused on his glass, having resumed his earlier activities, when a girl slid on the stool next to him and ordered herself a drink before turning to him with an alluring smile, leaning toward him slightly, probably to better show off her cleavage, though he didn't actually take notice of her until she spoke, glancing at her when she did. "Hey, I haven't seen you around before," she said, the words causing him to smile a bit at how cliche her approach was - and stupid considering he came around a lot. "Guess you don't come here often," he said with a shrug, through she didn't seem to notice the lack of interest in his words or demeanor, or didn't care. "My name's Tasha," she said, pushing a strand of her red hair behind her bare shoulder.