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𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘰 ☟︎ 𝘿𝙚𝙛 𝙇𝙚𝙥𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙙
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･
he gave a shrug of his shoulders, although he denied to sit on the stool, "why can't i just come and talk with you bri?"
hearing him, call her the nickname that she usually let anyone close to her use, gave her winding chills. they weren't necessarily bad, but she still felt nervous near him. that nervousness boiled to her apple combed cheeks, flushing them with the color of a summer's sunset.
"because usually you don't just talk."
he took a strong observance to how hostile she was. his gut churned with the feeling of barbaric arrows darting in the direction of his stomach. they pierced him, but who was to say he didn't enjoy a little pain?
"ah, aggressive tonight are we?" he chuckled, mainly to himself. she didn't even let a little giggle ring through her once buzzing lips.
she shrugged her shoulders before replying, "i just really don't feel like speaking with you," she actually, in that moment, meant to be that blunt. she was sick of the man, she didn't want her mind let down anymore than it has. even if she had to keep the nosy blush of her cheeks at a strong bay.
she watched him not reply to her for a moment. his words were now directed at the bartender who was given soft orders from the carved man. roger looked around, more like gazed around at the other couples. brianna took a large notice to the appalling sight of him blatantly skipping over his own wife.
perhaps she was just a glimpse in his eyes. nothing more than a trophy. but he seemed to touchy with her earlier. she wished inside he was touchy with her. she wished her body was littered with his affection, meaningless touches that he displayed in public. even if he had no thought behind them, she would still want them.
"scotch please, on the rocks." she heard him say, snapping her out of her pit falling daze that only hurt her further than it helped her.
she raised an eyebrow at him, holding her degrading biceps in her quivering hands with her cracked palms, "you drink scotch?"
he smirked at her, creating a vicious swarm of giggling butterflies arise in her stomach, and he shook his head, "oh no, but you do."
it was crystal clear that the bartender really did not care whether the girl was under aged or over the limit. he just wanted business. and that's what he got. he got a pretty generous tip, courtesy of roger.
she shook her head instantly, taken aback by his sudden movements. she had drank before, but she never wanted to try something rather strong. she was a feather when it came to pain, and she was a feather when it came to drinking. but after tonight, she would realize they were pretty much all the same.
"i'm good, thank you, but i don't want any." she tried to smile, her chest rising with the feeling of awkwardness.
he only chuckled, moving closer to her as he let his hand fall to her thigh. he dragged his fingers lazily over the skin, the cast of the gleaming creamsicle light the hung above them only setting her further away from her morals. his touch felt so much more forbidden than it ever have. with the knowledge of his partner lingering close by. she gulped harshly, trying to be courageous by shoving his hand away abrasively. but she couldn't pull herself together to do so. she ached for him, once the pads of his fingers cracked her. she shivered with the warmth that sweltered from his nails, his palm that swelled in moisture and thickening want. hers were of a lonesome winter night. and now she felt the desirable attraction for a source of heat.
and one was standing, smirking, watching, listening, sensing right in front of her.
"c'mon love, i can make up for everything i did to you in the past, in that small bathroom over there."
she shook her head no. fighting the urge.
"c'mon baby, let's just go. i know you want this, and you know you want me."
she shook her head no for the second time.
"brianna, listen to me, i'm horny, drunk, and looking at the most stunning bird in the room right now. just go with me, make it quick. i need to blow of some steam."
