EZRA
Ah, so she doesn't have a lover. A pity for her, but excellent for you and your chances of being taken home tonight. Still, you shake your head, only slightly pretending to be shocked (girl is gorgeous, after all, and those scars? Hnng.). "If only indeed, Ocean Eyes," you purr without even trying to hide the intention behind it. I can fill all your voids, darling. Just say the word.The sound of her laughter is like breaking glass, sharp and pleasant and a little bit dangerous. It makes your grin broaden - she doesn't seem like someone who laughs that often, a little bit unpracticed, perhaps - your dark lashes batting innocently as she denies that she is sweet. "Mmm," you reaffirm the statement, sizing her up brazenly. Fuck it, in for a penny in for a pound, and it's not like you've been subtle thus far.
Oh, and look, she called you love. Try not to preen too much, Ezra- it's nothing personal, just part of the game. You rest your elbows on the counter, your hands around the glass of whiskey, leaning a little closer toward her even as she sits back. It's been a long time since you played, and damn if you're not desperate for some real attention. Oh, you have Edy (Edy has you), but it's Lucas who really gets her panties wet, you're not even gonna try to fool yourself there.
But this one? This one is raw, and ready, and a little dangerous, and fuck if you don't wanna see the strength behind those scars.
"I think I'd like that." And here alone you do not flirt- here you are earnest, a little sincere, your inner (and outer and everywhere between) sub rising to the surface, an entreaty in your gorgeous face. You would love to get to know her, especially if she's the one leading the dance. But a lady never asks to be taken home, so you wait for her to want it, sipping delicately from your drink.
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
