01-03-2019, 05:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-03-2019, 06:25 PM by Ivan Sarkozy.)
Ivan put one foot up on the table as the girl came over. He have her a wide toothy grin, blue eyes flashing. Dark. Yeah, he had a type. No question there. Zoya. Alex. Danya and this girl- Sara- both had that non-European look he found so attractive, dark brows drawn over eyes as black as night.
Careful there, boyo. Yeah yeah. He knew. For one she was a hired gun. Stunning enough to fog your wits and make you spend more than you should, always just hinting they might be into you, but mostly not. Mostly. Sometimes they really were. People were people after all. And that could be fun. But you still played the odds.
And there was Danya. No, there had been nothing promised when he saw her last. That had been about healing, about hope, about new beginnings. And a hard truths. So no, Danya had not said she was waiting for him. But the memory of them, sitting at the table....damn but it just about broke his heart at how beautiful it was. And he knew her well enough. She was not that much of a mystery. He saw the wistfulness in her eyes. He had to believe it. But Zara first. She had changed, in that way. Someone else first.
Life was out there. The life he wanted. And he was gonna get it. Period.
So yeah, be friendly. Be amiable. And help his friend.
"Heya Sara. Ivan. Yeah, vodka is my go to," he said as he leaned over and poured into the two glasses. After a moment, he glanced at her. Petite thing. Maybe a bit too much. He always poured for himself, sometimes not realizing. He smiled at her with wink at Nox. "Sorry. Not trying to get you to dance on the table or anything. Though if you did, it might help my boy out a bit."
And then he leaned back pulling on his drink, feeling the cold liquid pour down his throat. It'd been a while. Like seriously. "I'm up for a game."
Careful there, boyo. Yeah yeah. He knew. For one she was a hired gun. Stunning enough to fog your wits and make you spend more than you should, always just hinting they might be into you, but mostly not. Mostly. Sometimes they really were. People were people after all. And that could be fun. But you still played the odds.
And there was Danya. No, there had been nothing promised when he saw her last. That had been about healing, about hope, about new beginnings. And a hard truths. So no, Danya had not said she was waiting for him. But the memory of them, sitting at the table....damn but it just about broke his heart at how beautiful it was. And he knew her well enough. She was not that much of a mystery. He saw the wistfulness in her eyes. He had to believe it. But Zara first. She had changed, in that way. Someone else first.
Life was out there. The life he wanted. And he was gonna get it. Period.
So yeah, be friendly. Be amiable. And help his friend.
"Heya Sara. Ivan. Yeah, vodka is my go to," he said as he leaned over and poured into the two glasses. After a moment, he glanced at her. Petite thing. Maybe a bit too much. He always poured for himself, sometimes not realizing. He smiled at her with wink at Nox. "Sorry. Not trying to get you to dance on the table or anything. Though if you did, it might help my boy out a bit."
And then he leaned back pulling on his drink, feeling the cold liquid pour down his throat. It'd been a while. Like seriously. "I'm up for a game."