In with the law

Riot savior

He has his hands on his waiste... his body weight supported on his right leg, and his left slutty knee slightly bended, popping out. The tight jeans are so delicately embracing the full shapes of his legs; his wearing a blue shirt, closed from the third button down. The chest is showing; it holds a thin silver necklace, that so lusciously hovers over his rib cage bones. The brown leather jacket is open, and its back is softly resting on his behind. That perky, perfectly round bottom. He's  looking down on the floor. I see the stress on his face. His lips are moving in this unsettling motion. Although an agent, fights still get him really tense. I'm sitting down on the floor, hands covering my ears, just hiding from the chairs that were flying around the room just a couple of minutes ago. His looking at me with concerned eyes, even though he only met me an hour or two ago...

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"OMG, we need to do shots tonight!" Cara is saying excitedly while calling out the bartender with her credit card between her fingers.

"Oh no, please don't. I didn't plan to get wasted tonight."

"Jules! We need to celebrate! You won the biggest case today! Besides, just a couple of shots won't get you knackered!"

"Babe, you know how we get when we start the night with shots"

Cara ignores me and orders 6 shots, straight up; and don't go thinking it ain't too much... we are only two, and I haven't eaten in three days, at least.

The shots and some snacks are placed on the counter behind us; at least I can fool my stomach a bit, not that it will work but, better than nothing.

"I really need to get laid tonight"

"Cara!"

"Oh what, you could use it too! Let's see what we have around here"

With already two shots down we start eagerly searching the bar for some soft practical prey. To both our surprises, this night is promising in many directions. It's only a Thursday night, but there are so many visually suited man tonight, I might get me some meat, like Cara said.

"Oh, Cara... Look"

I hit cara with my elbow, softly calling out for her attention. My eyes are fixated on these two buddy's standing next to the pool table, each of them holding a cue in their hand. I know my mouth is open in disbelief; He's so handsome.

"Oh Jules, look at that fine piece of ass"

"We see you... I see you..." I'm thinking.

Cara takes her last shot and sprints in their direction. Fiercely going for them... I saw the look in her eyes, and she's striking down tonight.

I take my third shot too; order a couple of beers, four to be precise... I know how it normally works when we're out together.

As I'm waiting for the beers, I'm looking down the room, enjoying Cara's act on the boys.

I hear the clicking of fours glass bottles being put down behind me.

"Thank you" - I say winking to the bartender.

Cara is waving at me, calling me to join them. She is so close to him, yet he's curiously looking at me. Either trying to see me, understanding if I'm appealing to his sight, or he's noticed me before, which I doubt. His buddy, on the other hand, is invested in Cara, but she is quite obsessed with the tall, lean, dark haired figure that I'm enchanted by. For the looks of it, her dibs are on him, and I guess he'll only be a thought tonight. I don't even blame her. Look at him...

I take the beers, two in each hand, and jump from the high stool onto my heels, in a soft jerk movement. They're all laughing and I can tell, his smile is genuine, warm. He looks over at me again, and suddenly the soft smile became serious. The lips are closed and so distinguished from any other lips I've seen, embraced by the perfectly trimmed mustache. His head is slightly tilted back, as if he's looking down on me in the distance; his eyes are so dark it's intimidating. I'm walking in slow motion... as his movements seem to do so as well...