07-07-2015, 09:22 AM
The girl spun around and blew them a kiss- just as the glasses on their table crashed together. Malik laughed. He'd been right about her. And that made two. A pity she was leaving. Tonight- this place- had awakened something in him. He sat down in the empty chair, lounging as if on a throne. The cool liquid fanned across the table, platinum cubes sliding slightly on the now slick surface. The sharp tang of vodka was discernible. Vodka. He chuckled to himself. He had never really indulged in drink, certainly not to any great extent. Today, though, he could feel the slight effect it was having on him. Perhaps that contributed to his mood tonight. That, and this place.
He smiled as he watched her walk away, appreciating her retreating form. On a whim he seized the power again- his cover with the man next to him was blown, after all- an impulse, he knew, but he did not regret it. What good was power if you never had a little fun? Unless someone were next to him, they'd not know it was him anyway, just a menacing presence in this direction. His and the man next to him. A useful decoy.
The Force heightened his senses, the smell of the vodka on the table now much stronger. His nostrils flared and he contemplated ordering another but decided against it. He'd had enough. He crossed his leg over the other and looked at him. "You might as well sit. I doubt she'll return."
He looked in her direction though now she was swallowed up by the crowd. She was probably off to find someone who'd dance to her tune. Or to cause more mischief. Malik shrugged, putting her out of his mind.
He looked at the man. Cleaned up though not rich by any means. The off the rack look of the suit said as much, standing out like a sore thumb in a place like this. Arrogant for all that, though yet with a tightness around the eyes that said something about him. Malik wasn't sure what it was, not yet. "I will guess that you were invited here. By her."
His words were flat but he let a smile play on his lips, as if hinting that he too would have simply followed a nice ass. There were plenty out there. Certainly none worth being on a leash for. Even those who had the power.
As he spoke, he idly sent thread of air and water to the spill, causing it to begin to spiral concentrically into a smaller and smaller pool, shards of glass tinkling as they came together or moved across the table, thickening as if being formed back into a glass. It was a simple enough weave. Finally, a "glass" stood there without walls, bits of glass visible through the reflection of the light in this dark place. Malik let it sit there and watched the man.
He smiled as he watched her walk away, appreciating her retreating form. On a whim he seized the power again- his cover with the man next to him was blown, after all- an impulse, he knew, but he did not regret it. What good was power if you never had a little fun? Unless someone were next to him, they'd not know it was him anyway, just a menacing presence in this direction. His and the man next to him. A useful decoy.
The Force heightened his senses, the smell of the vodka on the table now much stronger. His nostrils flared and he contemplated ordering another but decided against it. He'd had enough. He crossed his leg over the other and looked at him. "You might as well sit. I doubt she'll return."
He looked in her direction though now she was swallowed up by the crowd. She was probably off to find someone who'd dance to her tune. Or to cause more mischief. Malik shrugged, putting her out of his mind.
He looked at the man. Cleaned up though not rich by any means. The off the rack look of the suit said as much, standing out like a sore thumb in a place like this. Arrogant for all that, though yet with a tightness around the eyes that said something about him. Malik wasn't sure what it was, not yet. "I will guess that you were invited here. By her."
His words were flat but he let a smile play on his lips, as if hinting that he too would have simply followed a nice ass. There were plenty out there. Certainly none worth being on a leash for. Even those who had the power.
As he spoke, he idly sent thread of air and water to the spill, causing it to begin to spiral concentrically into a smaller and smaller pool, shards of glass tinkling as they came together or moved across the table, thickening as if being formed back into a glass. It was a simple enough weave. Finally, a "glass" stood there without walls, bits of glass visible through the reflection of the light in this dark place. Malik let it sit there and watched the man.