The Lady in Red

Reconcile

 It's been days since Adam's encounter with the lady in red, and he still feels blue-balled. He's jerked off, went on runs, watched TV, played video games, done anything to distract himself, and still finds her on his mind, teasing and making him hard. That damn vixen caught his attention, and won't let go. He needs to find someone to get his mind off her, preferably soon. Work is over, and he's headed back to the bar to find someone else to try to fuck and fantasize about.

Tonight he's wearing a navy green, long-sleeve button-up, the first four buttons undone. His jeans are black and tucked into his dark boots. A necklace with a bullet hangs from his neck. His hair is loose and undone, throwing out his usual bad-boy appearance.

He's back at the bar, same spot he sat at last week. Whiskey is his poison of choice, as usual, and he scours the crowd for a beauty to pursue. Music softly travels through the bar. The light, dim and lustful, creates a comfortable haze for people to get fucked up in.

Thirty minutes pass, and he's bored with the choices he's seen. They're lovely, but they're not... wild. A few of the women catch his eyes but not his full attention.

A familiar hair color bounces around the dance floor. He downs the last gulp in his glass. Is it her? Is it his wishful thinking or is she really here?

Intrigued, he orders a whiskey for himself, and then a whiskey sour for her. As soon as the drinks touch the bar in front of him, he picks them up and walks to the dance floor.

Drinks in hand, he nears the spot where she's dancing and walks smoothly to take up the free space behind her. He holds the drink he ordered for her in front of her, and she grabs it, then turns to face him. They sway to the rhythm of the song and greet each other.

        "Adam!" She beams and slurs. She's obviously already drunk. The crowd around them moves to the rhythm of the song playing.

       "What're you doing back here so soon?" Adam leans in and whispers in her ear.

       Nat stands on her tiptoes to whisper back, "It's a place I tend to frequent a lot." She drinks her whiskey sour, then smiles softly. "Listen, about last time... I'm sorry for putting you in that position. It's a complicated situation, but it's over now-"

       "Wanna go someplace else to talk about it?" Adam slides his free hand around her waist and ushers her out of the bar after she nods.

Nat leans most of her weight against him. Adam leads her to a diner across the bar, in hopes to sober her up a little bit. He liked to get his women buzzing, but he doesn't like them inebriated. He might be an ass sometimes, but he isn't enough of a piece of shit to have to get a woman black-out drunk to sleep with him. Plus, he likes to make an impression. He wants to be remembered.

After a few cups of coffee and a bottle of water, Nat seems to be a little more grounded. They make small talk about their days while she sobers up.

       "Look. The other day, I made a mistake. I had a boyfriend, and I shouldn't have run off with you-"

       Adam toys with the rim of his coffee cup and raises an eyebrow, "Had?"

       Nat's eyes meet his. "Yes, had. We're not together anymore. I fucked that up," She laughs wryly. "Anyways, I just wanted to apologize for putting you in the middle, and for ditching you-"

       "Nat-" Adam grabs one of her hands- "I am a grown man, and you're a grown woman. You don't owe me an explanation for the decisions you make. I don't care that you had a boyfriend. Nothing really happened, anyways." Except that it almost did.

       He sighs, "Now, I don't much care for how he handled you or what happened, but that also isn't my business. Like I said, you're a grown woman."

       "Thanks for that," Nat nods. "God, I was so fucked up tonight. Thanks for bringing me here, I kind of needed it. The coffee's really good, too."

       "Anytime," Adam smiles. "However, if I'm honest, getting you sober wasn't my only intention. I'm willing to make some more mistakes-" he wiggles his eyebrows- "if you are."

       Nat grins and leans forward, "That depends on if you're going to buy me dinner first, sir."

       "Absolutely. Tomorrow night? I'll pick you up." He grins at her.

       "Works fine for me," she writes her address on a napkin and slides it over to Adam. "See you tomorrow, then." She slides out of the booth smiling and disappears entirely.

       Adam smiles to himself and orders another coffee. "Til' tomorrow then."