09-26-2016, 01:58 PM
The evening drifted by. Raffe stayed on the peripheral of Oriena and Carmen's drama, amused but content to stay out of it. By the time the dancers were in full swing the bar grew less crowded, and he idled between cleaning glasses and watching the show. At least until his gaze caught on a lone woman perched on one of the stools. Scarlet fabric hugged her curves, dark hair kissing her shoulders in waves, and Raffe's eyes danced an appraisal that sparked a grin to his lips as he straightened from the bar and headed to her spot.
She looked profoundly uncomfortable, and was perhaps the only one in the whole club -- aside from Carmen and the man she was ensconced in a booth with -- who wasn't paying any attention to the entertainment. Women did frequent Kallisti -- and some of the dancers were male -- but it was rare to find one alone, let alone giving off every signal of discomfort.
"Hey."
He offered a boyish grin, eyes twinkling to the stage behind her head and back to her face. "You're waiting for someone or you're very lost. Can I get you a drink?"
She looked profoundly uncomfortable, and was perhaps the only one in the whole club -- aside from Carmen and the man she was ensconced in a booth with -- who wasn't paying any attention to the entertainment. Women did frequent Kallisti -- and some of the dancers were male -- but it was rare to find one alone, let alone giving off every signal of discomfort.
"Hey."
He offered a boyish grin, eyes twinkling to the stage behind her head and back to her face. "You're waiting for someone or you're very lost. Can I get you a drink?"
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