A Tall Glass of You

Chapter 7 : Tease

Wasn't a huge fan of the first version of this chapter so i rewrote it~
FLUFFY SLIGHTLY SPICY CONTENT AHEAD!
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"Hey, can I be totally honest for a second here?"

Oh.

Shake doesn't like the sound of that. Almost instantaneously he starts raking through his brain to figure out if he had somehow fucked something up in the twenty minutes they'd been here.

"Depends." He answers, a bit hesitant. "How much does it have to do with me?"
Cassie's smile widens ever so slightly as she fiddles absentmindedly with the straw in her glass.
"Basically nothing."
The knot in the pit of his stomach loosens significantly.
"Then I'm all ears."

She laughs. He had caught himself keeping a sort of mental scoreboard of how many times he made her laugh.

"I actually really hate going to the club." She states, sighing through her nose slightly. Shake lifts an eyebrow.
"Didn't you say you went clubbing all the time?"
"Yup."

He's not sure if he's supposed to feel bad for inviting her here. How was he supposed to know?

"Gee-whiz… What's with chicks and saying the exact opposite of what they think?" He huffs, resting his elbow on the table and his cheek in his palm. "Which one is it, then?"
Cassie does much the same, straw now held between her teeth.
"Both. I hate it. I do it anyway." She lightly shrugs, a hint of shame in her voice. "Easy ego boost, after…"
"After your breakup?"

A surprisingly insightful observation coming from Shake of all people. Maybe a little bit too brash, insensitive even, but when isn't he?

The woman hums, her eyes and earrings glinting briefly under the strobe lights.
"Yeah… Kept my self-worth above ground as best I could… Probably not too healthy to depend on one night stands for that, huh?"

He has to give her that : Cassie is attractive and she knows it. No wonder the club would be an easy hunting ground for her. Well, "hunting ground"... It sounds more like her writing "prey" on her forehead and waiting for someone to pounce on her.

Shake finds himself mildly concerned by that development.

He also can't even begin to figure out what to say about it.

"Why did you agree to come here if you don't like it, then?" He questions, now focusing mostly on her face. He’s been enjoying that teeny tiny black dress she's wearing for the occasion, but as short and tight as it is he can’t really ogle her curves with a peaceful mind if he knows she's feeling miserable…

The glint of melancholy in her eyes doesn't disappear as she lets out another small laugh.
"I figured being here on an actual date wouldn't be so bad." She muses. "Better than going home with random people every two nights, that's for sure…"

The straw lands square into her empty glass and she leans back in her seat, sinking into the comfortable cushions of the small circular booth they have managed to claim for the night. The ambient music seems a little muffled around them now.
"...It's all pretty pathetic isn't it?"

Shake not-so-subtly scoots closer to her and wraps an arm around her shoulders. She's warm.
"Nah." He nonchalantly assures with a wave of his hand, only slightly disarmed by the fact she doesn't push him away. "Life's complicated for us hot people. We deal how we can, right?"
Cassie can't help but burst into laughter at that.

"Oh my god... Shut the fuck up." She giggles, giving the blonde a gentle shove then leaning against him a bit more. "You're barely cute."
He scoffs.
"You're so attracted to me it makes you look stupid."
Cassie tilts her head a little so her lips end up only a few inches away from his ear. Shake wonders how he doesn't immediately keel over when he feels her hot breath against his skin.