Sinful Addiction

Part 2 - Who's Crazy Enough To Own A Car In This City?

The elevator quickly rises to the top floor. With a bright ding, the doors roll open. Revealing a crowded rooftop filled to the brim with people dressed to the nines in designer suits and dresses. The sound of stressed business conversation echoes through the room with the heavy scent of cigars, whiskey, and expensive cologne as it wafts through the air. 

Out of instinct, she begins reading the room. Identifying the executives from the cubicle workers. However, she can't find one person who looks like they would rather be anywhere else. 

Surprising.

"Lex, you coming?" Reya turns back to her tilting her head to the side and giving her a friendly smile when she notices that she is stuck in her tracks as she takes in the room.

"Oh...yea. Sorry." She clears her throat as she walks in. "This place is beautiful. What company is this a party for?" She asks while admiring the view from the rooftop.

"A. Barton Enterprises." He glances down at Reya giving her a devious smile making Alexia pinch her eyebrows together picking up on the not-so-subtle body language shift then giving them a slow nod.

"Right...Well, you guys go mingle, have fun, you don't need to babysit me. Go make your rounds, I will meet back up with you two in a bit." She smiles while shooing them away with both hands. Chris laughs pulling Reya closer to his side.

"It's an open bar by the way!" He says looking back over his shoulder as he walks towards a group of well-dressed businessmen.

"Mmm, that's what I like to hear." Alexia takes a seat on the charcoal gray suede stools. Resting her arms on the cold, pink, granite bar scanning the shelf behind her trying to decide what to drink.

"What can I get for you?" The bartender asks, leaning on the bar in front of her.

He's young, dressed in all black with dirty blonde hair and short stubble lining his jaw.

"Espresso Martini please."

"Coming up." He grabs a bottle of vodka from the shelf behind him and as he begins his pour he turns back to Alexia. "So, you here with someone or alone?" He asks, grabbing the freshly brewed espresso and adding it to the shaker.

"Third-wheeling with my best friend." She jokes as she attempts to fix her hair that was blown astray by the wind as she looks in the mirror over the bartender's shoulder.

"You're a good friend." He finishes shaking the bottle, then grabs a chilled martini glass, fills it up, and carefully places three coffee beans in the foam floating on top. He slides it across the bar to her, "I assume I will be seeing a lot of you tonight then?"

"I'll be your new best friend." She winks raising the glass to her lips as he walks away laughing. She pulls her phone out to check on a few work opportunities.

As the night progressed she is left with less and less patience. Any time she was getting close to finding a job she would want to take, some guy would come to interrupt her. And, as the night moved along the drunker they got, the harder it was for them to take a simple no as an answer.

"Hey baby, are you a bank loan? Cause you got my interest?" A man just barely taller than her, dressed in an illy-fit black suit reeking of whiskey and the cheap cologne a pre-teen would wear slides in next to Alexia at the bar staring directly at her chest while licking his lips. He's not even trying to hide it either. "Get it? Cause I'm in finance." A proud grin tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Yea, 'cause jokes are always funnier after you try to explain them." She says, rolling her eyes, lifting her drink back to her lips.

"Come on, don't be like that." He rests his hand on the top of her thigh while pushing her phone down with the other.