Kelly Reign

“Oh god, don’t put the blame on the cards,” she answered with a bubbling laugh. Sadie had learned young to not be offended by her weaknesses. One couldn’t be skilled at everything, and she knew she wore her thoughts and emotions clear as day on her face. “I have tells that are blazing neon signs and zero poker face,” she admitted. But she took the winnings he pushed her way all the same, grin on her face. Because it was fun, because she was here to have fun. When he offers her his elbow, Sadie takes it, intrigued. “Yes,” came the answer to his beverage themed question. “I am a vodka soda with lime and a straight shots kind of woman. I am fruity cocktails and straight whiskey. I’m a beer and a mudslide that’s more dessert than liquor. Why live in a world of or when you can live in a world of and, you know?”

“Well I wasn’t going to mention your shit poker face, you said it, not me,” he couldn’t help but laugh along with the vivacious blonde. She had an adorable old world charm to her that he was simply captivated by and couldn't look away. “I’m sorry,” Kelly shook his head slightly, “But and,” wow he was having a hard time finding words. A lawyer with a cat got his tongue moment. “This is going to sound cheap and cheesy but you’re absolutely beautiful...” He spoke honestly the New York by way of Boston accent rearing its head as his compliment flowed. When she spoke he wished he understood her lust for life and all its offerings be them alcoholic or not. She took risks, she had fun...she embodied fun. Really, Kelly was jealous. “Um yeah all right why not?” He entertained her diatribe. “Although I fell like mixing all those together tonight could make for a nasty morning,” the sheer thought of a mudslide along with a mai thai made his stomach churn. “Bubbles first,” he reached over the bar taking two flutes that clearly were meant for someone else but set a crisp hundred on the bar top. No harm, no foul. Handing her the flute, “To the world.”

What exactly were Kelly and Mateo doing at a strip club? Well, at least they weren’t at Mercy. Not that Kel minded what Mateo did with his time, people did things for reasons and far it from the lawyer to judge. He had enough blood on his own hands in the form of victims who never got justice because their killer, or killers, had enough money to buy their way out of a jail cell. In some ways what Mateo did was more morally just than Kelly’s choice profession. Death was final, living with guilt and shame was worse. He bestowed that sentence to victims and their families for money and for fame. Still, Mercy made him feel...uneasy. A put together man with a suit stuck out like a sore thumb. At least the lighting at the strip club covered some of that, plus the women were better to look at here. His suggestion had been a last ditch effort to make Mateo feel better. If you didn’t have a boys night that included a strip club you were simply doing it wrong. Checking his phone a few times relaxed at a VIP table he spotted Mateo through a sea of dry humping drug addicts posing as dancers. Waving slightly he nodded, “Thought you were gonna stand me up,” Kelly let out a slight laugh. “Got your usual.”

  Glancing around as he spoke, a faint laugh almost passing as a release of breath. There were drunk people no matter where you went, you were asking to see something out there when going to a bar. Typically she’d mind her own business with a gaze to the scenes, yet she was a bit upset she didn’t witness first hand the encounter. “Shame she didn’t go for a spot that probably gets more action.” Joking a bit, Freyja leaned back in the seat after what seemed like ages. She attempted to relax, yet the social anxiety filled the back of her mind. “Thank you,” offering some gratitude, “If you’re still around I’ll return the favor.”

“Ooo, dark, and...ouch,” Kelly’s brows knitted accentuating the nod that came with a ghostly shiver at the thought of bricks making contact where nothing of that nature should. From the scent of the spliff when she first walked in to the way it took her a bit to relax Kelly decided it’d be a while before he’d leave the short haired blonde alone. He could relate. He missed his friends, coworkers, even the occasional client that kept him company as he drank. This place was a long way from New York. “Good company’s hard to find,” Kelly noted as he took a sip. “You live around here or just visiting?” He asked attempting to start an easy conversation - but, understanding if she didn’t want to talk at all. I mean, he could go back to schooling some middle schoolers on Among Us on his phone as he drank.

 His statement caused her lips to twitch, unable to help the mix of a laugh-snort escape out of her. Piper had to swallow keeping any others coming out. “Sorry – just – yeah she’s helpful in the sense she cares but..” Making a slight face. “Needing her to simply supervise, no real duties… not so much to be honest.” This time a less impulsive laugh came out, offering a warm smile at his question. It was unexpected but who could really say no to free coffee and possibly a decent conversation. “Well I can’t say no to a reset, how many people get that chance?”

“Ah the helpful like two left feet when dancing, I had an assistant like that once, well intentioned but needed a lot of...coaching?” He half asked though he was kind of looking for the right word. She’d been eager to learn but less helpful at applying said learned skills. Falling in step with the dainty brunette Kelly let one hand rest in his pocket as the two headed towards Flick the Bean. Clever name, and was always fun seeing people you wouldn’t expect at an establishment named that -- but the coffee was damn good. “That’s a good point,” Kelly agreed then thought more about it as the two walked. Reaching out around her he grasped the door handle opening it. “Would you? If you got the chance, do a ‘redo’?” He asked with a quizzical glint in his gaze, “I mean go back in time relive high school and do it all again?” Letting Piper step in before him he made his way to the line checking the menu and the pastry case.

“Thrilling,” she adds with a nod of agreement as she looks around. The venue is nice but it isn’t what she has her eyes on. In truth, she could spare the drinks and pleasantries as she knows other things his mouth could be used for. However, she doesn’t want to seem too eager, especially since she is hoping he’ll pay for a room. It’s only when she notes her drink coming, plus the sight of the bottle reminds her how expensive it is that she remains rooted. It would be a crime to let it go to waste. The amount he’s placed on the bar isn’t lost on her but she doesn’t appear phased. After all, he probably thinks she’s an hooker or a thief. “I like the sound of that,” she says softly, bringing the glass to his before its lifted to her lips. Her tongue drags over her lips to collect the remnants when she’s done, smiling at his name. “Kelly,” she tests on her tongue, deciding that she likes it. “Harlow. The pleasure is all mine.”

“Mm,” Kelly nods taking the first sip letting the burning liquid lace his lips and tongue. Tonight was a good night. He had to admit that at least. He’d been spending most of his time moping around his penthouse hotel room since he’d arrived in town when a friend suggested the casino. Turned out a little lively danger in the game of winning and losing was enough to lift the lawyers spirits. Besides he was damn sure this place had the best looking women he’d seen in town. Though, keeping his guard up he knew the old adage about red heads. Hell he’d even dated one in college and she was as crazy as they come. Not that he was projecting anything on Harlow. He could play the old classic what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this, but his better judgement kept him from making such a statement.  “Harlow, as in Jean? Hm, you must get that a lot. I suppose I’m a little out of practice when it comes to speaking with beautiful women.”

Amelia had been at another table when she heard a small cheer go on for the table next to her. Dark hues had flicked upwards to look at the male who’d pocketed an hefty amount. She made note, as someone who made it her profession to steal said money. A con-woman who lured men only to leave them high and dry without any money. This was her hunting ground and perhaps she’d just found her prey, not that she would jump upon him immediately. Rather, she cashed out and made her way to the bar. Her attention was elsewhere, though she was close enough to be in earshot. The brunette waited for him to invite individuals for a drink now that he’d won and felt generous enough to spare some of his money. Well, for all intents and purposes, she already viewed it as her own. Stepping back, the brunette made a quick turn to intentionally walk into the male. “Oh,” she gasped, feigning shock as she stepped back and looked him over. “I’m sorry, I must not have been looking. Did I get any on you?” she asks him with wide eyes, hoping to appear as innocent as she can muster.

Yes, to some people a cool half a mil was a lot of money. To Kelly that was less than his retainer before he even set eyes on a case. Although, he wasn’t exactly practicing right now. A change of heart, error of ways, reinventing himself when he realized most the money he’d taken had condemned him to an afterlife of coal fire and brimstone. Waving folks over the glistening gold family crest ring tight on his large pinky caught flecks of light from bedazzled sequin dresses. Walking into Kelly Reign was like literally hitting a brick wall. He was broad, took care of his physical appearance and looked as though he had never actually been a child but born a man. The lawyer had been tugging the knot of his tie down so it hung loosely more of a dangling chain with the few first buttons of his oxford shirt undone exposing a clean amount of chest hair. It took him a moment to register that a woman had indeed ran right into him. “Guess I won’t be needing that drink after all, might as well just wring out the shirt,” an arched brow answered her question accompanied by a charming chuckle. “No harm done, except now looks like you’ll be needing a refresher...was that...vodka soda now on my shirt?”

her  eyes  lift  from  illuminated  screen  to  him  as  he  approaches,  body  inviting  the  simplest  of  touches  from  the  other  as  she  steps  forward  from  her  arched  position  against  the  wall.  “  actually  for  once,  yeah.  ”  she  begins  cooly  through  body  is  frazzled  with  nerves.  skin  felt  as  though  it  was  on  fire  and  numb  all  at  once.  “  tropical  storm  run  off  should  hit  us  tomorrow  mid  morning.  bad  winds  and  rain.  i  love  a  good  storm  though.  ”  she  chats  as  they  make  way  to  his  car.  lily  feels  lux  as  the  pulls  her  bag  to  her  stomach  entering  his  car.  this  isn’t  her  kind  of  life,  the  valets  and  fancy  cars.  but  she  enjoys  the  night  of  different  scenery.  to  her  this  was  living.  adventure.  connections.  it  gave  her  a  thrill.  his  closeness  is  comfort,  and  edging  reminder  of  lingering  hands  that  he  wanted  her  too.  her  mind  is  rampant  with  scenes  for  the  evening,  stirring  the  young  girl  further  as  she  hooks  a  arm  through  his  making  their  way  to  his  rest  place.  she  smiles  looking  up  at  him  as  she  enters,  finally  unhooking  her  arm.  she’s  youthful,  like  she’s  just  entered  a  candy  store.  marveling  at  twinkling  lights  beneath  she  steps  to  the  glassed  overlook,  the  room  faintly  smelling  of  him.  her  awe  is  visible  as  tension  from  the  car  ride  withdraws  and  she  just  enjoys  the  moment  given.  “  wow.  this  is  your  room?  ”  a  stupid  idle  question,  gently  slipping  off  slim  heels  to  ground  bared  feet  into  plush  carpet.  small  frame  now  impossibly  smaller.  nose  nearly  pressed  against  the  glass  in  excitment.  turning  around  to  finally  look  back  to  him,  seeing  peeks  of  green  bills  stuffed  out  of  his  pockets  she  near  salivates  at  the  sum.  mind  racing  she  wanted  to  be  fucked  among  the  cash,  roll  in  it,  bathe  in  it…….  scenarios  run  on.  finally  she’s  grinning.  “  we  can  deal  with  it  later.  ”  she  confesses  stepping  forward  and  grabbing  his  wrists.  brows  lift  gleefully  giving  a  simple  tug  towards  her,  not  like  she  could  do  much  with  their  size  difference.  “  venmo  or  something.  whatever.  ”  she  looks  up  to  him.  “  i  don’t  do  this  sort  of  thing.  like,  go  home  with  hot  guys  i  meet  at  the  casino.  which  i  get  i  could  be  totally  lying  to  you  for  all  you  know  but….  ”  a  small  shake  of  her  head,  laughing.  she’s  trying  to  control  raging  hormones  but  its  inevitable  of  what  she  wants.  “  i  really  want  to  fuck  you.  yeah,  no  obligations.  ”  lily  agrees,  hands  moving  to  latch  onto  the  loops  of  his  pants.  grinning  once  more.  “  i’m  lily.  i  figured  i  could  tell  you  now.  ”  she  closes  the  gap  between  them  by  stepping  forward  tilting  her  chin  up  to  him,  lip  jutted  in  a  playful  pout.  his  pockets  filled  with  cash  and  greedily  she  doesn’t  care.  “  please  tell  me  you  want  me  too.  ”  her  tone  is  silken,  charming.  “  as  much  as  i  want  to  sip  on  champagne  and  share  stories  i  need  you.  i’ve  needed  you  since  i  felt  you  against  me.  i  wanted  you  right  there.  ”  she’s  bold.  brazen.  

Watching her take in the massive penthouse with windows in nearly every direction almost reaching the clouds Kelly wished he still held that excitement, exuberance for life. Seeing her enjoyment was enough for him sex would only be a perk at this point. A weird...fairy godmother moment. He was older than her by over ten years, but that didn’t bother the criminal lawyer. She was young and his own youth fleeting. He’d almost ended it all, but this moment, right here made him realize for the first time in a while that he’d made the right decision by not following through. 

The broad shouldered man loosened his tie nearly completely letting it drape round his neck as if it were an old skinny scarf. Her tiny frame dainty compared to his own build. His mind wandered, she’d be easy to pick up, move around, try things with she was just the right size. His gaze taking in her legs from afar as her calf muscles contoured when she raised onto her tippie toes to take in the lights around them. He wouldn’t schmooze or wine and dine. It wasn’t needed, this was authentic. For that, he thanked the girl. 

Surprisingly she mentions dealing with the cash later...makes Kelly quirk a brow curiously. What was her end game? He felt as though he were at the center of the storm she’d mentioned earlier only he was land, and she the hurricane. Blue hues hilted at her approach. Her hands wandering, his body already aching to be touched he’d done all he could to keep from stretching out the front of his pants in the car ride...and the elevator ride...but now all bets were off. “Mmm venmo-ing 50 grand that’s a new one,” he muttered but the money wasn’t on his mind, her fingertips were. And lips, those lips speaking those words. 

“now you’re just doing that on purpose, kelly–you annoy me sometimes.” genesis playfully shoves the man, shaking her head at the other. even though he was indeed, intentionally doing it, he knows his very limits. the man doesn’t want genesis at her worst. “kelly reign, i won’t be working for cleo lopez if i’m not smart, it’s a shock to me that someone like you doesn’t know that. the whole industry knows, i’m always at my highest potential even on my worst days.” and she had every right to brag about it. the moreau’s before her had proved how much they work well under so much pressure, and she had also gained that attitude. “you don’t wanna ruin your outfit? heck–i don’t want to ruin mine either. this dress is from prada and i would be so pissed if it was ripped.” she drinks the rest of her whiskey. “anyway–are you here alone, or do you have company?”

Tilting to the side to take in her Prada dress, “Gucci shoes?” He asked nodding to her heels. “Fancy, very fancy, I feel underdressed now,” he joked lightly. For the most part Kelly stood out in his suits. They had become a part of his...brand. He felt exposed without that level of costume to his character. A disguise for the loneliness he felt. Rather than acknowledging it, he’d assume others took in his visage as a confident, wealthy, and put together gentleman. “Alone,” he answered looking over at her then lifting up his cell phone, “Playing...Among Us or...Minecraft, I know make jokes whatever, and I was not hitting on the bartender,” he pointed out. “You can check my play logs, didn’t have enough time between,” he smirked with a slight laugh. “Listen I don’t know the inns and outs of this place Gen I’ve been here what? Two months? I don’t know what a Cleo Lopez is...at least give me a little time to acclimate.” With that Kelly set his phone back down on the bartop. “What are you drinking?” He asked motioning to her now empty rocks glass.

slack  frame  quickly  became  very  poised.  nerves  and  excitement  stir  the  pits  of  her  stomach  at  such  a  prospect.  somehow;  angel  on  her  shoulder  deeming  her  unworthy  of  such  a  token  of  good  graces.  meanwhile  the  minx  within  was  purring  and  stirring  at  the  idea  of  his  company  and  cash.  momentarily  stunned  like  a  doe  in  headlights  the  actress  cracks  further.  lily  was  excited…..  relieved…..  aroused.  a  string  of  emotions  cause  cheeks  to  flush,  not  a  usual  for  the  usual  level  headed  young  woman.  “  of  course,  ”  she  begins  after  a  beat.  “  i’d  be  enthralled  to  keep  you  company.  ”  gaze  which  had  fallen  to  somewhere  in  the  distance  trails  back  to  him.  she  catches  the  lingering  remains  of  a  smile  and  lifts  a  curious  hand  to  brush  his  cheek.  its  a  brief  touch,  a  ghost  of  one  compared  to  the  flushness  of  their  greeted  hips.  but  she  hoped  to  get  across  she  wanted  more.  more  of  him  &  to  know  more  about  him.  there’s  a  twinkle  in  her  eyes  or  due  to  the  dimly  let  casino  when  vocal  cue  is  perceived,  thumb  sliding  over  his  lower  lip  as  she  surveys  his  accent,  suddenly  curious  of  his  wareabouts.  the  hand  falls  to  hover  over  his,  overlaying  a  small  palm  and  turning  her  gaze  to  his  hand  on  the  thin  fabric  that  partially  restrained  her  from  begging  from  him  right  here.  she’s  a  lady….  but  she’s  also  young.  needy.  her  libido  is  high.  “  i’ll  see  you  there.  ”  a  youthful  exuberance  as  she  lifts  from  his  knee,  hand  lingering  before  parting.  a  sharp  breath  audible  glancing  him  over  once  more,  almost  as  if  he’s  a  figment  of  altered  reality,  before  taking  off  to  her  locker  to  gather  her  things.  

the  next  span  of  time  felt  limitless  and  constructing  all  at  once.  she  chats  among  co  workers  excitedly,  but  keeps  kellys  name  to  herself.  as  if  he’s  her  own  secret.  enthralled  with  the  situation  and  such  luck.  she  wasn’t  lucky  by  any  means.  and  this  felt  a  little  too  hallmark  after  dark  to  be  true  but  she  finds  herself  standing  at  the  coat  check,  casually  leaned  up  against  the  wall.  she  still  wore  the  vibrant  red  dress  for  him,  paired  now  with  a  lightweight  blue  jean  jacket  of  sorts  effortlessly  draped  to  expose  her  shoulders.  trying  to  tone  down  now  she’s  off  the  clock.  a  spritz  of  perfume  lingers.  orange  and  cinnamon;  spicy  and  sweet.  she  doesn’t  look  for  him  visibly  while  she  flicks  mindlessly  through  her  phone.  but  her  body  does.  warm  and  buzzing,  ears  sensitive  to  any  hush  of  noise  that  isn’t  casino  coinslot  songs.  

His stomach ached for her. Butterflies? Nerves? A Semi? All of it in a short period of time Kelly had gone from playing the slots aimlessly while sipping Gin by himself to doing okay at the Black Jack tables and then becoming what some saw as a God at the Poker table. Poker was his game, always had been he could read the tells just as he could read a jury of someones peers. But he couldn’t read the pretty young thing that had him captivated. Easily the cocktail waitress had bewitched the man who was looking to turn over a new leaf. Paying a penance for the lives he’d ruined by letting criminals walk free. Any more money he acquired felt wrong. He had enough for lifetimes over. Agreeing to pay the house back most of the winnings so he didn’t have to worry about pesky taxes Kelly took some of the payout in cash, and some in check. Lining his suit jacket with the winnings his suit felt even more fitted, tight in some spots around the thighs. Either way he had enough time to enjoy a martini to smooth whatever anxiousness plagued him at the thought of seeing the young brunette once more. Lily? Was it? Had that been the name tag on the tight dress? Truth be told he’d spent more time memorizing the contours of her cleavage than the letters on her nametag. 

Adjusting the Rolex around his wrist Kelly played aimlessly with the pinky ring on his hand. A family heirloom, good luck charm, whatever have you if one was superstitious. His brothers all had the same one. A family crest. If wads of cash had not been shoved in every pocket his hands would have been occupying them instead of weirdly dangling. As he headed towards the coat check (clearly absent of any coats due to the unseasonably warm weather) he left a hefty tip there as if to just say thank you for sitting around and doing absolutely nothing on your shift. 

With ease Kelly stepped just in front of the girl that had taken up his lap and most of his mind. A large hand lingering at her hip, thumb brushing the contours accentuated by the dress, ”Anything interesting?” He asked nodding to the phone as he smiled. Just where he thought she’d be, waiting, and waiting for him. With ease he handed his ticket off to the valet just out front and before long the two were arriving at his hotel penthouse. His hand lingering on her thigh the ride back, a comforting, yet thick silence between the two anticipating what the night would bring. 

The keycard unlocked the penthouse with a code a light and a little beep. Letting her enter first Kelly turned on the lights to a sparkling illuminated view of the city below. Bustling with nightlife. “First things first...I believe I offered you 50?” He asked removing his suit jacket and fishing for the wads of cash from the casino giving her a slow smile. “No obligations...I promise.”

Harlow sought out men for her own selfish desires. Mainly, they started and ended with sex and orgasms. They’d each go on their way and it was an easy exchange. Other nights, she wanted to have drinks and a more fulfilling exchange with someone who had the means to do so. Those instances were rarer but as satisfying. Especially when they were equally as good to look at. While she’d been close enough to hear his winnings, she was merely interested in the alcohol and sexual escapades. While she’d contemplated the various offers received about being a sugar daddy or escort, the red head had denied each and everyone for countless of reasons. “What if that side is too much for you to handle.” The red head asked as she folded her arms over the bar, her gaze settling on him. “Patron, s’il vous plait.” She retorted, pushing back tendrils from her face as she felt his hand slide down the small of her back while his gaze briefly dipped over the swell of her breast. “Will you give me a name or am I going to guess it by the end of the night?”

“It is a bit fun, the mysteriousness of it all?” He asked letting his hand slip from her frame to rest both forearms on the mahogany. They really spared no expense at the Casino around here. For a moment his mind wandered wondering just how lucrative this business venture was for this town. Seemed worth it in more ways than one. Not that he needed another side, well, anything. Ordering two he watched as the bartender placed down two rocks glasses along with the $300.00 plus bottle of premium tequila. He’d sip. Kelly hated hangovers. Placing down a cool thousand he nodded to the bartender to keep it. Turning his gaze back to the woman his hip resting at the bar, lifting his glass to hers, “To handling whatever may come our way,” he smiled clinking his glass against hers before taking a sip. Smooth, just the right temperature, yeah, this would do nicely. “Kelly, and you are?”

Harlow has no doubt that the male knows exactly what she’s doing, but the swell of her breast and skin tight dress will hopefully deter him from shrugging her off. She’d spent enough money on this dress that she has no doubt it will be worth every single penny. Luckily, he doesn’t shoo her away. “That’s only if you get on my bad side, baby.” She tells him with a wry grin as she looks him over for a moment, gaze flicking from his lips to his gaze. “You wouldn’t do anything to get make me sad, would you?” There’s mischief in her gaze, but it’s quickly hidden away by the smile that returns. A manicured hand wraps around the male’s arm, snorting slightly at his last comment. “I make up for my lack of generosity with beverage in much more creative ways.” She doesn’t really have to spell it out because she doesn’t doubt he can imagine a couple of ways she can be generous. The crimson curl of her lips gives one away.

The lawyer certainly wasn’t above taking comfort in a beautiful woman. Hell he’d been keeping to himself, playing good, laying low here for the most of the past few weeks but now it seemed like everywhere he looked there was a beautiful woman. He didn’t mind the idea of being a sugar daddy - but he also didn’t like taking on charity cases OR the perception of a woman feeling the need to fuck him for money. If he wanted an escort he’d seek that out rightfully where both parties knew the endgame. Perhaps this entertaining redhead could get him to loosen up a bit, the half a million in winnings should have already done that for him but there was that poor little rich boy haunting his psyche. “I might like to see that bad side of yours,” having power during his day job opened up a lovely sub fantasy especially when it came to captivating women. “Well, we should celebrate first so, Patrón Piedra? Or are you more of a Cîroc Ten?” Kelly asked his gaze unavoidably taking in the perfect swell of her breasts as the two made themselves comfortable at the bar. His hand slipping to run along the small of her back, fingertips lingering ever closer to the curve of her bottom.

Harlow had many things that turned her on. The first was a man who was willing to put her in her place, the second was confidence, and the third was someone with a shit ton of cash. It was for that reason that she found herself at the casino as opposed to some bar in town where she’d find someone to get on their knees for her in some dingy bathroom. No, she wanted to be wined and dined tonight. She’d stood by some tables, watching intently until she zoned in on a man who dived head first into a bet. All in. Beautiful words. Especially when the sound of cheers followed. Heels clicked behind her as she made her way towards the male, fingers brushing his forearm slightly. “I’d love nothing more than a free round. I’ll even pay the second.” She hummed softly as her gaze flicked upwards towards him. “I’ve always been told I’ve been good luck. We should see if that still holds.”

Without bothering to roll down his sleeves and compose himself Kelly was still riding the high. It was the same feeling he’d get in a court room when the verdict went his way. It’d been a while since he felt that rush, gambling wasn’t necessarily a vice for the well tailored man more of an intriguing pastime. He was dolling out chips to others at the table when he felt the woman’s hand rest on his forearm only slightly above his Rolex. He wondered if she could feel the electricity running through him. “Mmm, and here I thought red-heads were bad luck,” a sparkle in his otherwise shallow gaze met her perfectly lined hues. She’d come there to find someone and he wasn’t about to say no, even if he’d been marked as prey. Her gentile touch wondered how she might touch elsewhere. Offering her his arm one of the table managers grabbed his chips heading to cash them in and meet the table back towards the bar. “Second round, how generous, would be rude of me to say no.”

A snort didn’t seem like a good response, Freyja lifted the joint to her lips takinga long drag before making sure the smoke blew out away  from him. Some respect given to the stranger as he answered her question. Light hues drifting between the place and the tall man. “Doesn’t seem like confident words you’re saying.” Teasing a bit she took another drag, attempting to finish the small thing before going inside. “Oh karaoke? hm– perhaps I should find another bar. Don’t need drunks screaming all evening.” her words a jest as she took the seat next to him.

“We’ve had some drunk screaming already you’re late for that part,” he pointed out his melancholy taking a momentary break as he welcomed the others company. “I think, and, this is only my take on the situation but that guy,” he nodded to a man nursing what looked to be a bump on the head forming, “Had a girl other than his betrothed out for some drinks when his lady friend came in and I believe, wacked him on the face with a purse full of bricks. There was some yelling and hair pulling and you know, I thought about getting involved...but it was far too entertaining. Like watching a real live soap opera unfold right before your eyes...what is it that people say? A trainwreck you can’t look away from?” He half asked motioning for the bartender setting down some more cash as he pointed to his drink then nodded to her, “First one’s on me,” he smiled.