Enigma II : Magic Card

/23/ Chameleon is Red Now

Warning: Bad language.

And I stared at him.

Donned in a monotone outfit with hair gelled and swept to the side, he sure had a very divine smile on his face. His eyes fixed dazed already, after a countable couple of glasses he wet his whistle with, sparing glimpses at the woman in the corner at intervals. His apparent soon-to-be amenity, I presumed. I was fairly acquainted with her. And she was definitely going to fall by the sleight of tactics he was known to have a master's degree in. But whatever plan he had for tonight, my plan was more special. And he would soon have nowhere to go.

"When are you gonna go?"

I looked around and saw Momo. She was dressed in a simple yellow evening dress that showed none of her curves, pulling the lordly graceful aura along with her even with it. Not the usual Momo I was accustomed to. She got a little shy.

"What? Do I look too good?"

"Yes. You look gorgeous."

"Thanks." I adored how her cheeks attained a tint of red in reply. "Anyways. I've been looking for you for a while now. You still haven't made a move. It's getting late though."

"Later it is, easier it should be. Considering his nature."

"I still have doubts if this is gonna work out well. He can be slick at times. There's a reason he has his nickname in the department."

"And that's the reason we have to work it out now. We can have our own appetizer show. He won't spill anything in his right mind. I've come prepared." I watched him standing up and heading across the bar, "Okay. Stick around. I might need help." I got up as well.

"Mingyu-yah."

He looked around, visibly confused at the coated amiability of my voice. There was a little gleam in his eyes that vanished off in the darkness momentarily upon seeing me, I knew where that came from. I managed to protrude my lips enough to give off the cheerful smile I could, smiling at someone who you detested so much was more than just difficult. "Red looks so good on you."

"...thanks," He said.

"Seems like you're free. Why don't we have a drink?"

"No, I have to go-"

I gazed at the bartender and he was gone in a second. "Oh, but I already called for the drinks. That's gonna be a waste. You can sit for one shot. I hope that is alright with you."

He stood hesitant for a while, then reluctantly sat back on the seat I forwarded to him. I kept the smile on my face intact and sat before, blocking his view from his targetted woman.

"So, how's life?"

"What do you want?"

"Huh?"

"You obviously have something in your little bunny head. What is it? Spill it and leave." His eyebrows shot up, crinkles of annoyance starting to gather on his forehead.

"I just wanted to talk." I surfaced a hurt countenance, "You and I always seem to have a rough conversation up whenever we intend to speak. I wanted to get over all the odds and become easy with you, but you don't seem very willing to comply."

"You're right. I don't want to." He relaxed up placing his elbow on the counter and gazed at me. I noticed how the glares softened with the tip, perhaps his earlier taken shots had an effect on this too. He slinked a slow brush of his hand on my fingers, saying next, "But you do look alright tonight."

"Just alright? I took a lot of time to pick out the dress though, 'alright' is too little to acknowledge my hard work."

His eyes skimmed over the blue sparkles of my attire, his orbs I wondered sent what signals to his brain allowing it to process thoughts I was not too comfortable with. Simpered he, "Wanna hear what I think?"