Nathan took another sip of his drink. The Bacardi and Coke went down smoothly, filling his body with a warm sensation that left him feeling relaxed. He turned from his seat at the bar to watch the bar. He caught sight of a girl sitting back in her chair, a bored look on her face as a man with an animated expression on his face spoke to her. He eventually stood up and stormed away, a look of fury on his face. She stood up minutes later, strolling to the bar and sidling beside him. An appraising look crossed her face as she looked him up and down, before she ordered a drink. She was handed a glass seconds later, an amber liquid adorned the glass with a few ice cubes.
Nathan didn't speak, he simply let her appraise him as his eyes drifted up and down her body. The dim light of the bar did nothing to hide her figure, a tiny waist adorned her wide hips, accentuated by a black leather belt with a gold buckle. She had a nicely sized pair of breasts peeking out of her dress and a pendant adorned with a bright blue opal drew more attention to them. She had a smile on her face as he admired her. As his eyes returned to hers, he noticed her nose ring glittering in the light from the bar. Her brown eyes were almost dancing as she looked at him.
She took a seat across from him, the smile never leaving her face. Nathan noticed her strong legs, which obviously betrayed her hours of hard work as an athlete. She daintily swayed, seemingly oblivious to the stares she was receiving from the men around the bar. As Nathan took another sip of his drink, he cocked an eyebrow at her, the question unsaid.
"He didn't like my date night choice." Her voice was slightly husky, deeper than he expected but distinctly feminine. She took another sip from her glass, savoring the flavor before she swallowed. "I might just be single again tonight." She nodded at his glass, "What're you drinking tonight?"
Nathan lifted his glass, "Bacardi and Coke." He felt distinctly ineloquent, tongue tied next to the curly haired beauty beside him. She frowned, "You're at a place like this drinking that?" She carelessly waved her hand around the bar, a well-known, high end bar which catered to a distinctly upper class clientele. The shelves behind the bar were lined with high end spirits, wine and mixers. Nathan turned to look and saw a bartender smirking at him, nodding along as she spoke. "I can't drink with someone partaking in something that cheap." She nodded at the bartender, "Lagavulin 25, neat." She ordered. A second passed and she smirked, "with Coke for the man."
Nathan's jaw dropped, he knew the drink was particularly expensive, featured prominently on the shelf behind him. He saw the bartender pause too, before nodding and reaching for the bottle. The moment passed in silence, he noiselessly poured the liquid into the crystal, diamond cut glass. Nathan glanced at him, seeing the almost reluctance to pour the fine spirit into the glass. Another flit of hesitation passed the bartenders' face as he poured Coke into the glass. He turned his eyes back to the woman before him, the smile hadn't left her face yet. She opened her purse and slid her card to the bartender. "Thank you darling." She smiled at him, her eyes turning away from Nathan for the first time. He was impressed by how curly her hair was, little ringlets fell down to her lower back.
Nathan took the glass and sipped it. His eyes widened as the strong flavor hit him, combined with the coke it was undeniably the best tasting spirit he had ever had. When he felt his brain start functioning again, he saw her smile was even more pronounced.
"Now we can finally talk to each other." She smirked, "I'm Yara, and you?"
"Nathan." He said, "So, were you dating that guy long?
She shrugged, "Not long enough, but too long." She leaned forward and cocked an eyebrow at him, "So what brings a guy like you to a place like this, dressed like that?" Her smile was positively incandescent.
Nathan looked down almost self-consciously, chinos, brown leather shoes and a navy blue button-up shirt which stretched across his shoulders and chest. "Same thing as every other boring guy on a Friday night." He shrugged, sipping his drink, "My stripping gig fell through."
She choked on her drink, and laughed, covering her mouth her shoulders shook, "Is that right?"
He grinned back at her, "Nah, my buddies canceled on me and I saw this place. Thought I'd stop by on my way home from work.'
'So what do you do for work, banking, private security?'
He shook his head, "I work for one of the drug rehabilitation centers in the city. It's more country club than rehab, but it gets plenty of celebrity clientele."
Her eyes lit up, "What do you do there?"
"I'm a psychologist." He grinned, "I listen to them talk and try to stop them from banging another hooker, or trading a Rolex for pills."
She laughed, "Good for you, you look like you're good at it."
He leaned forward, "You'd be surprised how few friends some of these guys have. Someone to listen and say 'that sucks buddy' and they're bawling."
She nodded and finished her drink, a smirk on her face as she made eye contact with the bartender and nodded again, "I don't think I need to say it, but that's impressive." The bartender reached up to the top shelf and removed a dusty bottle. He poured a generous serving into the glass and turned it to the woman.
Yara looked at Nathan, swirling the glass in her hand, "Here, try this."
He took the glass from her and looked at her over the glass, toasting, he took a deep sip. "My god, that's fantastic." Nathan said appreciatively, "What is it?"
"Limited edition fourty year old whiskey." She grinned, "I think it's about five hundred a glass, and I get doubles."
Nathan nearly dropped the glass, carefully placing it back on the bench he gently slid it back toward her, "So you've got money."
She smirked, "Money isn't a problem for me, I like what I like and I take what I want." She drained the entire glass in one gulp, before signaling to the bartender to refill her glass.
Nathan nodded and looked around the bar, it was certainly nice, but it didn't seem to explain why she was here. "I feel like I should ask then." he grinned at her and cocked an eyebrow, putting his hand on his knee, he affected a voice like a detective in a cheesy noir thriller movie, "What's a dame like you doing in a place like this?"
His eyes widened as she seemingly transformed before his eyes, her easy comfort giving way to primal, barely restrained sensuality, her smile turned catlike, and her eyes narrowed, hardening enough to make him feel a foot tall, "Well mister, I do say I've got a tale of woe and I need to be at this here dive so my peers won't see my shame."
He laughed and kept going, "You high society ladies always seem so out of place in places like this, tell me your tale of woe."
She looked at him, the smoldering sexuality looking like an inferno about to erupt. Then she burst out laughing, and the illusion was broken, the easy comfort and relaxed sensuality was back, "My tale of woe is that I can't find a guy in the city. The last one was an investment banker making plenty of money, yet mine scared him. He couldn't buy or dazzle me the way he did his usual type."
Nathan looked at his Bacardi and Coke, an increasingly poor option in the affluent, albeit clandestine bar they were sitting in, "Consider me dazzled by you then." He touched the glass before finishing his far more expensive, nicer drink.
