Bad plan.

5

"So you don't come Portland often?" Tom asked, stealing her attention away from me.
"Not usually, neither of us like one way streets. It's alright once in a blue moon." Her voice sounded nervous, she swirled the straw in her drink.
"Well, I'm glad you could make it out then." Tom smiled at her, I could see the blush creep up her cheeks. I slowly leaned into Karl, keeping my eye on my sister.
"I think I may be in the clear." I whispered, catching the scent of his cologne. Not only he was he hotter then the sun, voice smooth as whiskey but he smelled like a slice of heaven, with maybe a dash of sin laced in there. I looked up at his face, his eyes were warm as he smiled at me.
"Renee?" My sisters voice broke me from my trance, I snapped my head back her. "I'm using the restroom, come on."
"Damn girl code." I muttered, pushing my seat back. I leaned in close to Karl once more and whispered. "If I'm not back in ten minutes call in the national guard."
I left before he had a chance to respond, taking a deep breath as I followed her through the mass of people. Trying to think of a good excuse to give her for this set up. My mind whirled as we stepped into the ladies room. She pivoted facing me, her eyes wide as panic ran through her body at warp speed.
"Dude!!" She exclaimed, flapping her hands up and down trying to do what, I had no idea but she looked like a robin trying to swim.
"Dude!!" I mimicked her, trying to figure out when she was going to fillet me and serve me with fava beans and a nice chianti.
"Could you of warned me? I'm not even cute!" She almost squealed, I didn't think her eyes could get any bigger but alas she proved me wrong.
"Uh, I didn't know he was going to be here?" I lied slowly.
"He knew I was going to be here!" She snipped, calming herself enough to throw draggers in my general direction.
"Okay, Karl asked me if I wanted to get drinks. I told him that I was going to bring you cause you calm me down." I explained, okay, I lied. But she didn't need to know that. "But right now your stressing me out. Breathe."
"Oh don't give me the innocent trick. I know you better then you know me." Rosalyn shot another glare at me, beginning to ponder if I should be keep count.
"What does that even mean?" Sometimes being a twin has got to be the most confusing thing on the damn planet. "That makes no sense."
"It means." I shook my head cutting her off.
"We're done here, you and I are going back out to that table and continue chatting those two handsome men up. Cause dammit sis, I need a wingman!" Can we just pretend that I didn't mean for that to come out. I mean, yes he's gorgeous and all but also way out of my league.
"The only reason you would need a wingman is so you don't make a fool out of yourself." She sighed, running her hand through her hair. "Alright, let's do this."
"And I don't make a fool out of myself. I make a distraction so no one see's my anxiety level peaking." I calmly replied, holding the door open for her. We walked back through the crowded bar, snaking our way back to the tiny table in the corner.
"Ladies." Karl greeted us as we sat back down, he leaned forward his lips brushed my ear. "You had thirty more seconds till I called the guard."
I giggled nervously, trying to cover how incredibly nervous him being that close made me. I looked over and Roslyn was back into conversation with Tom. I breathed a sigh of relief, looking over at Karl.
"This wasn't that bad of a plan." He stated, crossing his arms in front his chest, looking at our co-star and my sister.
"Better then shoving them in a room." I quipped back, smirking.
"That plan had potential. And technically they still are in a room, so I get some credit when the wedding toast starts." He chuckled.
"Yeah, lets not skip them getting to know one another, or dating or any of that stuff. Straight to weddings." I shook my head before looking over at him.
"Just calling it like I see it." He replied, standing up.
"And what do you see?" I asked, looking up at him.
"A pretty lady talking to a man who is interested in her." He replied looking down at me, his voice had taken a serious tone as his eyes pinned me in place with their intensity. A part of me wasn't sure if he was talking about them or referring to something else. "Care to join me at the bar for a drink?"
"Sure." I tried not to squeak, standing from my seat. I glanced back over at my sister, Tom must of said something funny cause she was laughing pretty hard. I turned and followed him back through the throng of people.
   Butterflies started dancing, my heart attempted its escape through my throat, my hands trembled like the state of California during an earthquake. I was now officially in over my head, I was walking away from my safety blanket and into the lions den. Okay maybe not a full lions den, more like a single lion. An old single lion but still a lion nonetheless.
   "So what do you think of acting?" He asked, sitting down on the stool, waving his hand at the other for me to join him.
   "Acting?" I question back to him. Have you seen me this evening? It's a miracle I've made as far as I have on set.
   "Yeah, that thing we do?" He grinned chuckling at me.
   "It's a lot more difficult then I gave anyone credit for. Especially first thing in the morning, when I haven't had any caffeine." I calmed myself back down.
   "Kid, you and your coffee." He shook his head at me.
   "Hey, old man, I see you drink twice as much as I do." I jested back at him, he let out a hearty laugh, placing his hand over mine.
   "So what if this old man asked out on date for tomorrow night?" He asked as his laughter died down.