06-24-2014, 09:32 PM
Zoya looked up at him and smiled. He had to admit the openness of it was breathtaking. Of course he knew what it was. With the power coursing through him, he noticed the dilated pupils, her flushed neck and cheeks and- interesting, he'd not seen that before- the tip of her nose. Heh. While her words were coherent, the speed at which they came- and their flitting nature- cemented his opinion that she was hooched up. Which is to say, she was hammered. Despite the fear and adrenaline he'd felt the drive over, it made him laugh. Zoya drunk would probably be fucking hilarious. Sober, she was headstrong and with a mouth on her that probably got her in a lot of trouble. It was one of the things he liked about her. He laughed at the memory of her in the car. "Can't you drive faster or something?" Drunk Zoya should be a riot, then, what with what filter she had down and all.
Ivan noticed the man in the booth as well. With his enhanced senses, he could see the hardness in the man's face, the set of his jaw, as well as the way his eyes took in everything, sizing the situation up- including himself. He was definitely a dangerous man. But right now, he seemed to have an amused twinkle in his eyes as he oh-so-casually leaned back and threw one arm out, just close enough to Zoya to be seen as possessive. But Ivan noticed the way he watched his reaction closely, hoping for something. It wasn't hard to figure out.
Ivan had to laugh. There was nothing sinister about the move. This was a game to the man. Zoya was not his goal. Well, at least not his only goal. Playing games was also, challenging others, measuring himself against them, seeing what they did. And for some reason Ivan liked him immediately.
In response to the man's comment and smirk Ivan gave him a grin that said he knew exactly what he was doing and liked it, and then sat down. "I'm in no hurry. Not now."
He signaled the waitress and ordered a beer. They were shit in this place, but you took what you could get. He looked around and gave the man an honest look. "Seriously though. What would you do, you get a call from a pretty girl like Zoya and find out she's swimming in it at this place? She may think of you as pops, but you're not dead yet."
His grin said how he meant it. He exhaled noisily, gesturing with his head. "Can't tell you how many fights I've busted up in here on my route. Fights or worse."
For a moment, the fear threaded through him again at what might have happened. The power in him that had been starting to dissipate strengthened. He gave the guy an appreciative nod, man to man, but said no more.
He looked at Zoya and then said, "You must have had some scare to come running to this place. But I had no clue as to what you were talking about. What happened?"
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jun 25 2014, 08:10 AM.
Ivan noticed the man in the booth as well. With his enhanced senses, he could see the hardness in the man's face, the set of his jaw, as well as the way his eyes took in everything, sizing the situation up- including himself. He was definitely a dangerous man. But right now, he seemed to have an amused twinkle in his eyes as he oh-so-casually leaned back and threw one arm out, just close enough to Zoya to be seen as possessive. But Ivan noticed the way he watched his reaction closely, hoping for something. It wasn't hard to figure out.
Ivan had to laugh. There was nothing sinister about the move. This was a game to the man. Zoya was not his goal. Well, at least not his only goal. Playing games was also, challenging others, measuring himself against them, seeing what they did. And for some reason Ivan liked him immediately.
In response to the man's comment and smirk Ivan gave him a grin that said he knew exactly what he was doing and liked it, and then sat down. "I'm in no hurry. Not now."
He signaled the waitress and ordered a beer. They were shit in this place, but you took what you could get. He looked around and gave the man an honest look. "Seriously though. What would you do, you get a call from a pretty girl like Zoya and find out she's swimming in it at this place? She may think of you as pops, but you're not dead yet."
His grin said how he meant it. He exhaled noisily, gesturing with his head. "Can't tell you how many fights I've busted up in here on my route. Fights or worse."
For a moment, the fear threaded through him again at what might have happened. The power in him that had been starting to dissipate strengthened. He gave the guy an appreciative nod, man to man, but said no more.
He looked at Zoya and then said, "You must have had some scare to come running to this place. But I had no clue as to what you were talking about. What happened?"
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jun 25 2014, 08:10 AM.