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[sullivan's] In which Flack meets Bela.
Jun. 22nd, 2010 05:22 pmBela wasn't sure why she decided to go to a bar that night, but she had. It wasn't like she was worried about being home alone. That was just ridiculous. It was more...a need for something. And she wasn't so sure what that need was. But it involved sitting at a bar and having a couple of drinks while she figured out what to do next. Things hadn't been going according to plan, and Bela was not a fan of things not going as planned. She liked when everything played out the way it was supposed to, the way she wanted it. She was used to that.
This...this was just...disappointing.
She crossed her legs and picked up her drink for another sip while bringing her eyes up to glance around the room. After a sweep back and forth she lowered her gaze again. She had claimed a small table towards the back of the bar, because she didn't wan to be bothered by some bartender who thought she needed a friend to talk to. Plus the bar was crowded with the thirty-something business people who felt that need to follow their life plan, meeting, marrying and pro-creating before they were too old. The last thing she needed was to assault a man who thought she may actually like his hand on her ass.
So she found a quiet spot and sat down, keeping to herself.
Flack wasn't even sure why he was here. He knew that he had promised his buddy from high school that he would hang out with him for a while, but he wasn't expecting the onslaught of business types to surround them once they were there. They started to pull out the business jargon, and Flack started to run the other way. Not that he was running very far in a place like this, as crowded as it was, but he could at least give himself some distance. Kind of. Picking his beer up off the bar, he quietly wove his way out of the crowd of people and back towards the empty tables, where he spotted a woman sitting on her own. Figuring it couldn't hurt, he shifted his focus and made his way over to her.
"Mind if I sit here for a sec? I need some distance from the bar."
( *** )
This...this was just...disappointing.
She crossed her legs and picked up her drink for another sip while bringing her eyes up to glance around the room. After a sweep back and forth she lowered her gaze again. She had claimed a small table towards the back of the bar, because she didn't wan to be bothered by some bartender who thought she needed a friend to talk to. Plus the bar was crowded with the thirty-something business people who felt that need to follow their life plan, meeting, marrying and pro-creating before they were too old. The last thing she needed was to assault a man who thought she may actually like his hand on her ass.
So she found a quiet spot and sat down, keeping to herself.
Flack wasn't even sure why he was here. He knew that he had promised his buddy from high school that he would hang out with him for a while, but he wasn't expecting the onslaught of business types to surround them once they were there. They started to pull out the business jargon, and Flack started to run the other way. Not that he was running very far in a place like this, as crowded as it was, but he could at least give himself some distance. Kind of. Picking his beer up off the bar, he quietly wove his way out of the crowd of people and back towards the empty tables, where he spotted a woman sitting on her own. Figuring it couldn't hurt, he shifted his focus and made his way over to her.
"Mind if I sit here for a sec? I need some distance from the bar."
( *** )
