NASEEM
Life's a
party
party
Naseem never claimed to have many skills. However, one that could not be denied was that, should a bar exist, there would always be a high probability he’d be in it. When Zahir had want of her, ae simply walked into a bar and as if by magic, usually Naseem would be there. Call it divine providence, or mere statistics. Today, with Zahir out… brooding or whatever, it was someone else’s turn to happen upon this miracle.
Already deep enough into drinking to think the Flotsam and Jetsam establishment sold the finest liquor in town, Naseem noticed Ronin at once, spying him out a window from where he was draped against the bar. Naseem didn’t much have a type beyond entertaining, but Ronin was a knockout, and she was bored, so dreadfully bored. The bartender here had ‘other people to serve’ and apparently didn’t want to just play ‘fuck marry kill’ with her. Poor customer service, was what it was.
Taking her cocktail (fruity, glittery, sugar-rimmed), Naseem waved the bartender goodbye and sauntered out, into the sunshine. Torchline was the best. The weather. The heat. He hadn’t felt this comfortable since leaving The Climb. And now, a mysterious stranger to enjoy the sunset with. Magnificent.
She didn’t ask ‘is this seat taken’, just showed herself into the seat opposite him, leaning back and crossing her ankles. “Whatssup,” she drawled, sipping her drink and looking at him, flashing a big, bejeweled grin when she was done. “You… look like a person in need of a diversion. A distraction, even.” She gestured to herself with the drink-wielding hand, spilling half of it over her in the process. She did not so much as blink. “Serendipitous. I happen to be just such a thing.”
Already deep enough into drinking to think the Flotsam and Jetsam establishment sold the finest liquor in town, Naseem noticed Ronin at once, spying him out a window from where he was draped against the bar. Naseem didn’t much have a type beyond entertaining, but Ronin was a knockout, and she was bored, so dreadfully bored. The bartender here had ‘other people to serve’ and apparently didn’t want to just play ‘fuck marry kill’ with her. Poor customer service, was what it was.
Taking her cocktail (fruity, glittery, sugar-rimmed), Naseem waved the bartender goodbye and sauntered out, into the sunshine. Torchline was the best. The weather. The heat. He hadn’t felt this comfortable since leaving The Climb. And now, a mysterious stranger to enjoy the sunset with. Magnificent.
She didn’t ask ‘is this seat taken’, just showed herself into the seat opposite him, leaning back and crossing her ankles. “Whatssup,” she drawled, sipping her drink and looking at him, flashing a big, bejeweled grin when she was done. “You… look like a person in need of a diversion. A distraction, even.” She gestured to herself with the drink-wielding hand, spilling half of it over her in the process. She did not so much as blink. “Serendipitous. I happen to be just such a thing.”
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gate-crashing
