He enters a tavern, pup, bar, whatever the fuck it is, he just needs a drink. He's used to flying solo, but feels almost naked without his wing man, even if it's just to shoot the breeze. It's almost a tradition at this point. Business has sent them to opposite sides of the country simultaneously. Fine, they're be time for celebration later. Right now, he needed a drink before the long haul to his next destination.
It's dark, musty. What a bar should be. There's smoke in the air; thank God there's no smoking laws here like they have in California or New York. Pussies. Standing at the bar, he orders his man drink; 151 with coke; the haul is gonna be that long; and lights a cig of his own. Sitting on an empty stool waiting for his liq, his head randomly finds its way facing towards the corner as being guided by some unknown force. That's when he notices her.
Plump. Dark hair emphasizing her pale skin, making it paler, making her stand out. Decked out in grey joggers; very unusual. Sandled feet crossed 'innocently' at the ankle. Glass up to her lips, though not sipping; inhaling its aroma. Even wearing glasses. Average looking; yet something more. Her eyes burning through those lenses. Deep, dark. The eyes of someone who knows what they want. Staring at what they want. She smiles.
His looks for his breath but for a moment, the slight gasp snapping him out of this sudden trance. Those eyes. Such confidence; yet in someone so young. Probably a ten year difference. Maybe more. He's encountered many auras in his travels, but none so radiant, so focused. So bright red. Those eyes betray the common glasses they try to hind behind; contradicts the innocent face they rest upon.
She's done this before. He knows it. Judging by the inactivity and lack of interest by the rest of the men in the bar, with each of them; multiple times. And now her gaze has snared this out-of-towner. 'I'm game', he thinks to himself. And as if reading his mind, her smile brightens, radiant ivory showing as if baring fangs. Her aura intensifies lighting all around her in passionate flame.
Snapping out of it, he realizes his drink has been sitting idle behind him for an unknown duration. A while judging by the ice watered down to empty shells of their former selves. The moment has this weathered trooper suddenly flushed. 'Take it with me or guzzle it down?' Hesitation. 'Fuck it' he downs the glass in a series of massive gulps, confident that she wouldn't mind the slight sent of alcohol. They are in a bar.
Finishing his drink, he notices she's on the move. But not towards him, though her piercing gaze remained on him. Now standing, he fully realizes what he sees. Average nothing. Maybe at first. This... woman, is incredibly endowed. Breast and buttocks threaten to shred her joggers. They sway and swing advertising that nothing binds them underneath. Almost appearing like something one would wear to bed. Like someone straight from a slumber party. Her face appears 'that' young, but her eyes say so much different. She glides effortlessly caressing nearby table tops with her finger tips. Gaze still on him.
He knows her game, glancing around he fails to notice a back area, not even a freaking pool table. She's staking her claim. He follows. Face to face, he towers nearly a full foot over her forcing her to look straight up at him. Still making that girlish full grin; with sinful eyes and fangs of ivory. She slides right her arm underneath his left and ushers him into the restroom.
