volatile tenderness.

Siofra had never been very good at flirting and she blushed bright red when Pyper began to speak. “Well I’m afraid this view is taken,” She murmured dipping her gaze back to the bar. “But I wouldn’t mind a friendly conversation.”

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“No but like… You don’t understan? I finely got cleared to drink. So I’m drunk. Drinky drunky. Drunk.” Jack slurred, looking at her glass of scotch. They’d taken her keys away, again, but that hadn’t deterred her from ordering one more damn drink. Today? Today, she needed it. “Besides… I can’t think about tonay.”

And so here she was, alone in her booth, phone left at home. Talking to herself. Perfect. 

                     cleared to drink.   pyper wasn’t going to insert herself. what would be the point ? the outcome would only be a growing headache, and more sips of scotch... when she could be HOME. where she needed to be. the day was tiring and for her was coming to a close. pyper didn’t stay out in a party rally. she liked to collect a drink, select company, and go home. simply, she was too old for this shit. 

robbie lets out a laugh, reaching under the counter and pulled out the scotch that she’d brought in, for whenever she’d seen the red head next. robbie? a planner? what a ridiculous thought. 

“i’m good at keeping my promises.” she says, with raised eyebrows, pressing down a clean tumbler with a few things of ice. robbie’s silent, for a moment, as she twists the top of the bottle, and serves pyper. “actually? i’ve been pretty damn good.” 

                              EXPECTATION. robbie had been clearly prepared.. and piper was trying her hardest to mask the sheer pleasure within it. the red head was struggling; the corners of her mouth slightly curling. FUCK. a smile would soon crack.   “    well, now i can stay.   ”  sliding onto a bar stool, pyper set her purse on the counter top. one of its contents was her cell phone. in which she would later sift out and scroll through demanding emails. - but for now she was keeping her attention on the younger woman. 

“no, you’re good.” robbie waived off the cash. “on the house. you look like you need it.“

ROBBIE: what if i get you the whole bottle?

PYPER: feeding my alcoholic cravings, and may just make me the happiest woman in the world. just for a moment, of course.

Siofra was surprised by the honesty as she came to sat down next to Pyper. She still wasn’t used to people being so open about their attractions and certainly not used to the attractions being aimed at her. She didn’t panic as much as she used to though. “Well thats a refreshing thing to say, talking to someone might help them notice though.”

ROBBIE: i get it

ROBBIE: i mean i’d buy u scotch if it meant you’d smile

ROBBIE: that sounded a lot cornier than i meant it

                                 collectively, pypers level of agitation had been high. her outings at retrograde were far in few. there were times that she went out for business, and that was not at this place. her reason for coming to this side of town was simple; to find someone to take home. she hadn’t looked for company to carry on further relations with. there was little time for investment when her life was dedicated to her job. it contained all of her focus. emotionally, pyper swallowed it all down harshly. ( often unwinding with a glass of amber liquid at the end of her days. at home was where she felt the loneliness draw in from the night. ) 

                        agitation had risen from a few events; work - she came to unwind and yet her phone had been constantly vibrating against the bar counter. enough to interrupt conversing with a beautiful woman. that ended quickly. - and because of her .. ? something that left a distaste on pypers ego. next was being served the wrong drink. she was distinct. tequila. something she strayed from. it left her messy. - and this led to the aggravation of waiting another ten minutes for her correct drink. after that lead to the last straw - a younger woman THROWING up on her shoes.  after what seemed like FOREVER in the bathroom cleaning up and trying not to SCREAM, pyper had been waiting outside for a driver, and back at her emails. 

                                 “  look. im not looking for anything serious. ”  blunt and unapologetic. this was a natural coarse that the redhead ran with. some couldn’t handle it. at times, she’d mentally admit that she could be a bit brash with the entire scene of when people tried to remotely get close with her. romanticism made her tense. friendships were mostly uneasy, and went unbothered. the woman thought they carried TOO much emotional investment. 

             was it just the conversation that had took a TOO personal turn ? was pyper REALLY that sensitive ? of course she was. there was a thick crusted armor around the woman, and emotionally it was there for reasons. reasons she wouldn’t admit to. not out loud, anyways. - maybe her entire being felt more tense towards her company because THEY were in her SPACE. Pyper NEVER allowed someone (apart from her family, and close friends- which were few) come into her loft.  she was mentally pissed at herself for allowing her rules to bend enough as it was. 

“You know, when you’re staring at someone, its a very good idea not to make it too obvious.” Usually Siofra would just ignore the person who had been looking over at her across the bar. But she’d had a rough day, probably too many drinks, and so was backed up by dutch courage as she walked over to them.

robbie: you look beautiful

robbie: i know we haven't talked in a long time. but i saw you at retro tonight, and i just wanted to tell you

robbie: you looked happy

PYPER: you know im horrible at keeping up with any communication that doesn't involve work.