07-03-2014, 09:24 PM
Her eyes focused on Ivan’s hand for a moment before she slipped he smaller one in his palm. His grip felt solid: something that at that moment she could appreciate. Her head seemed to have done well while she had tried to slip out of the booth but the moment she tried to stand, all the alcohol she had consumed gave her a neat little reminder. She was pretty sure the room wobbled, but her footing remained steady.
White had already started to make his way towards the door and Ivan was ready to follow. She supposed he offered her hand to help steady her, but Zoya started to make her way to the door as if he’d get lost without her help. She liked him, and to her surprise, she liked the way her hand was fitting in his. “Come then, Sarkozy. We wouldn’t want you to get lost.”
Once she got them both outside, Zoya pointed out her car to White. It was, of course, one of those exceedingly environmentally friendly vehicles. The sort most men tended to avoid. Not the newest model, but it was quiet and it did what she wanted; and while it wasn’t the most masculine of transportation means, it at least was a deep shade of blue.
All was great, up until the moment Zoya decided to take a deep breath of cold fresh air. As she exhaled, her world got just a tad bit more wobbly. It was then that she faintly realized, that she was indeed a shots over her limit and holding on to Ivan was perhaps a great idea.
White had already started to make his way towards the door and Ivan was ready to follow. She supposed he offered her hand to help steady her, but Zoya started to make her way to the door as if he’d get lost without her help. She liked him, and to her surprise, she liked the way her hand was fitting in his. “Come then, Sarkozy. We wouldn’t want you to get lost.”
Once she got them both outside, Zoya pointed out her car to White. It was, of course, one of those exceedingly environmentally friendly vehicles. The sort most men tended to avoid. Not the newest model, but it was quiet and it did what she wanted; and while it wasn’t the most masculine of transportation means, it at least was a deep shade of blue.
All was great, up until the moment Zoya decided to take a deep breath of cold fresh air. As she exhaled, her world got just a tad bit more wobbly. It was then that she faintly realized, that she was indeed a shots over her limit and holding on to Ivan was perhaps a great idea.