#otherhalfmuses

@otherhalfmuses​

Rachelle walked into the bar, her eyes already searching the room. She wouldn’t say that she was particularly looking for the most attractive of the night, but it was always nice to see someone that was easy on the eyes. She saw a blond at the bar, and just barely caught his side profile, but there was definitely a certain attraction that came about him, and his build. 

So, she made her way over to the bar, aware of the few eyes that watched her but she ignored them. The brunette walked here after her working at the casino that was only a block away so she was still in a rather business-like attire and her sharp heels. She sat at the bar, but still a few stools away. She would plant the seed, but if it wasn’t going to rain then she wouldn’t mind, but she at least wanted to try. She gets a better look at him at this angle, and knows she definitely wouldn’t mind if he became interested. Once seeing her, the bar tender asks, “scotch on the rocks”, knowing her usual order. She nods and smiles, moving to look up at the screen to see what was playing, keeping her body language open just in case. 

One vodka shot too many had overloaded the usually quiet girl with confidence. While at the start of the night, Grace had been apprehensive to even leave home, the coaxing of her friends had her up and dancing on the countertop for all to see. She was having the time of her life; music blaring through her veins, and the cheers and hoots feeding into her intoxication. Yet, one misstep had it all crashing down. 

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Delphine frowned as she watched the interaction between the girl and the poor soul unfold. There were nicer ways to go about turning someone down, without rubbing salt in the wound. It wasn’t even like she was being harassed, and her reaction justified. Getting up, she grabbed a spare seat, and sat across from the other woman. “Do you know what a micro expression is?” She asked, ignoring the girls’ friend that was there. “They’re expressions and facial movements you can’t control. They last less than a second. But they’re things you can’t control – even those born blind exhibit these very expressions. They’re the same, regardless of race or culture.”

She reached forward, and closed the others’ text book. “We’re going to play a game, Little Miss Sunshine.” Going into her wallet, Delphine pulled out fifty dollars, setting it on the table. “If I win, you have to go apologize for being an excessive bitch. If you win, you get that fifty.”

“Did you hear they were gonna make a remake of Bambi? And it was going to be photo realistic like the new Lion King?” Dmitri asked with a shudder. “No one needs that.” He said simply. “So we should have another movie night in a month or so right? Depending on if we’re still here because you haven’t picked a movie yet.” He teased, gently poking her in the side.