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against her better judgment and in UTTER disbelief, a bubble of laughter ripples from the blonde’s lips — but only after she spends about thirty seconds attempting to hold it back.
❛ was that S E R I O U S ? ❜
perhaps he’s been drinking — or perhaps it’s her. she’s had a few, and everything always seems more hilarious after a drink or two. after all, just look at them — she looks like something straight out of an MTV ad, leather and all, and though attractive, he looks like he’s going to pull up a table and do her taxes.
— surely he must be kidding.
he looked out of place in his nice suit and was among the few in the bar that were closer to her age. but whatever appearances might make one presume about him, he was just as capable of making himself look like a fool so that he could make a pretty woman laugh. he grinned at her, “absolutely.” in his hand was a a short glass with amber liquid — likely scotch or something else that came off sophisticated. “you do sing like an angel.” he stuck out his hand, blue eyes roaming over her expression. “i’m viktor,” he said, tone just as smooth as the alcohol as he drank. maybe he wasn’t her typical type, but could she say that she wasn’t even a little intrigued?
