Suck it and see

Bloody Mary -part1-

„Oh, so you live in London?“

„Yes, I study there.“

„Really? What do you-“ but Nora, the bride did not finish her sentence and waved at someone who was obviously more important than the person in front of her.

She excused herself with a hasty „Sorry, other guests“ and was gone, leaving her alone again.

She had enough, this whole day was good for nothing.

First her ass of a friend Josh invited her and insisted that it would make him oh so happy if she came and then he did not even bother to have a little talk.

„You gotta be fucking kidding me!“ she murmured to her 'bloody Mary' that was half empty and looked at Nora who was hugging another woman now, probably a friend.

She sighed deep and got back inside, searching for the toilet.

When she finally found it in the basement and opened the door she immediately closed it again.

Too many familiar people in there, a toilet was the number one place for a situation like this to escalate, especially because of the people she spottet in the mirror.

She looked around in the corridoor.

She shrugged and took the only left over possibility.

       

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Alex stepped away from the urinal and got in front of the mirror and let cold water run over his hands. He felt tired of all this  and he only hoped this day would end soon.

When he wanted to get a paper towel he did not see the empty glas on the shelf and knocked it over, so it broke whe it hit the ground.

„Shit“ he whispered but then asked himself which men would drink a bloody mary here.

His question got answered immediately when he heared the sound of a flushing toilet together with the door and he suddenly saw a familiar green dress with matching dark red curls in the mirror.

Without any words she stepped beside him and turned on the water stream to wash her hands.

„You owe me a new drink now“ she said emotionless and leaned towards him to also get a towel, her arm nearly touching his chest for a moment while she looked at him in the mirror.

He looked back at her, not quite sure how to react to a woman on the men's toilet, especially a woman like her.

„Sure, I guess we should have it here, it's less crouded that the ladie's room“

„A man who finally understands!“ she repilied with an acted surprisement and made him smirk a little.

„May I get a name to link to this face?“ she asked while refreshing her mascara, him still standing next to her, simply watching her. She had something that made the simplest things look elegant.

„Alex“ he answered.

She got away from the mirror and noded, looking directly at him.

„Ab-“ but she stopped

„Call me Abby“

„If it's Abbernathy, I can manage that“ he smiled and also earned a small one from her.

„Sorry Alex, it's not Abbernathy. Let's see if you'll manage my name after my still remaining drink“

How she said his name, played with the letters on her tongue, made him want to hear more from her, her voice was melodic and beautiful, a voice you could listen to for hours without getting tired.

„Deal.“ he said and knelt down to collect the broken glas from the ground.

He put them in the bin and of course Alex Turner cut his finger while doing so.

„Shit“ he said quietly and inspected the wound, it wasn't bleeding that much but a pretty huge splinter was still stuck in his skin of the inside of his right hand.

He wanted to pull it out with his left hand, but she was quicker and took his hand, holding it towards the light.

„You'll only break the splinter, then it's gonna hurt“ she said and now tried herself to pull it out carefully.

While she did so Alex had enough time to look closely at her.

She was truly beautiul. Not just pretty, but really beautiful. There was a difference in his eyes.

Her cheekbones were giving her face a certain something together with her green eyes and it got completet with her lips that seemed to him kissing them must feel like reaching the galaxy's edge.

„Got it“ she said suddely but Alex hasn't even realised that she was successful with the splinter, he only had eyes for her and now tried to hide this good as possible.

„Put your hand under the water“ she commanded and he did as he was told.

„Won't stop bleeding“ he stated after some seconds.

„Maybe they'll have a tampon for you in the other room“ she said and grinned at him, telling him in this charming way that he was acting like a whiny boy

He gave her a fake grumpy look and turned off the water and pressed the paper towel she handed him against the wound that was bigger than it first seemed.

„Oh I hope you won't bleed to death or they'll accuse me in the end“ she said as he stood in front of her.

„Drink and smoke?“ he asked and her lips formed a smile.

„Drink and smoke!“ she repeated and exited the men's toilet in front of him, holding open the door and smirked, he had something interesting she thought.