Post by Sasha di Angelico on Sept 4, 2006 14:18:08 GMT -5
He'd told himself that he'd come back to this place another night, and Sasha always (usually) kept his promises. He entered the bar/club silently, curious blue eyes glancing round the bustling room, a handsome shadow in a slim fitted suit jacket, made of smooth grey velvet with a subtle sheen, with matching trousers. His skin seemed just as pale as the white silk shirt he wore beneath it, and his lips were turned in the smallest of casual smiles.
Keeping his golden haired head down, he slid quietly into a small, round table half in the shadows, still watching the goings on of those around him. Sasha glanced over at the bar, and caught the barmaids attention with a small movement of his hand. The girl, young, blonde and quite pretty, dressed in a navy blue short skirt, and a pale blue blouse, nodded, and slid out from behind the bar to come and take his order. Sasha smirked as she approached.
"Hi. What would you like?" She asked, with a nice little smile.
Sasha bit down on his lip to stop himself saying something too brash, "I...would like a Baileys, if you would be so kind,"
The girl flashed him a real grin, and a silver flash caught his attention - a crude little name tag with the name "Felicia" cursively engraved on it. Felicia turned to leaved, when his pale, strong hand shot out, and clasped her slender wrist gently.
"Please, please tell me, what is your name?" He said in an utterly charming tone of voice, with a smile to match. Felicia looked quite surprised for a moment, and glanced worriedly at the bar.
"Uhh...Felicia..."
"Ah, Felicia. Almost as pretty as you are..." He let go off her hand, and sat back in his chair. He tried to look innocent. He didn't mean to worry or upset her, though it looked like he'd failed in that sense. But, encouragingly, she gave him one last pretty little smile, before leaving.
Sasha looked around Shaded Nights, and almost sighed. So many pretty people, so many new and interesting things, quite battering his delicate, well tuned senses at the same time. The music, the chatter, the laughter, the sights of so many people, flashes of skin and beautiful clothes. It seemed everyone was dressed to kill tonight. At random intervals, he even caught fragrant clouds of perfume from some unseen body, mingled with cigarette smoke, and the heady, though not unpleasant tang of alcohol. Felicia had returned with his drink moments earlier, and left quickly, silently, but politely like a good, and proper waitress. She was obviously trying to impress someone, but it merely irked him. It was almost like being blown off. Infact, he was quite sure it was exactly like being blown off. He glowered at the bar. No wonder - she was cooing over some pretty dark haired boy, behind the bar too. Sasha sighed. He wished he was younger. He missed being a teenager, and was quite fed up with being old. People expected things of him, and he couldn't get away with what he used to. He didn't want to be alone for the evening, yet looking around, he was probably one of the oldest people there - well, there were one or two older parties, but none that were particularly appealing. When he was younger, he loved it, but he couldn't wait to grow up. Now he was grown up, it sucked. Seriously.
Keeping his golden haired head down, he slid quietly into a small, round table half in the shadows, still watching the goings on of those around him. Sasha glanced over at the bar, and caught the barmaids attention with a small movement of his hand. The girl, young, blonde and quite pretty, dressed in a navy blue short skirt, and a pale blue blouse, nodded, and slid out from behind the bar to come and take his order. Sasha smirked as she approached.
"Hi. What would you like?" She asked, with a nice little smile.
Sasha bit down on his lip to stop himself saying something too brash, "I...would like a Baileys, if you would be so kind,"
The girl flashed him a real grin, and a silver flash caught his attention - a crude little name tag with the name "Felicia" cursively engraved on it. Felicia turned to leaved, when his pale, strong hand shot out, and clasped her slender wrist gently.
"Please, please tell me, what is your name?" He said in an utterly charming tone of voice, with a smile to match. Felicia looked quite surprised for a moment, and glanced worriedly at the bar.
"Uhh...Felicia..."
"Ah, Felicia. Almost as pretty as you are..." He let go off her hand, and sat back in his chair. He tried to look innocent. He didn't mean to worry or upset her, though it looked like he'd failed in that sense. But, encouragingly, she gave him one last pretty little smile, before leaving.
Sasha looked around Shaded Nights, and almost sighed. So many pretty people, so many new and interesting things, quite battering his delicate, well tuned senses at the same time. The music, the chatter, the laughter, the sights of so many people, flashes of skin and beautiful clothes. It seemed everyone was dressed to kill tonight. At random intervals, he even caught fragrant clouds of perfume from some unseen body, mingled with cigarette smoke, and the heady, though not unpleasant tang of alcohol. Felicia had returned with his drink moments earlier, and left quickly, silently, but politely like a good, and proper waitress. She was obviously trying to impress someone, but it merely irked him. It was almost like being blown off. Infact, he was quite sure it was exactly like being blown off. He glowered at the bar. No wonder - she was cooing over some pretty dark haired boy, behind the bar too. Sasha sighed. He wished he was younger. He missed being a teenager, and was quite fed up with being old. People expected things of him, and he couldn't get away with what he used to. He didn't want to be alone for the evening, yet looking around, he was probably one of the oldest people there - well, there were one or two older parties, but none that were particularly appealing. When he was younger, he loved it, but he couldn't wait to grow up. Now he was grown up, it sucked. Seriously.
