Cecilia!

[audrik]

Audrik had a terrible headache. He tried every remedy he knew, but it just wouldn't go away. As much as he hated to admit it, a Firewhiskey drunk always cured his headaches when nothing else would. After setting his affairs in order for the morning, he grabbed his coat, pet his cat that lay beside it, and headed out the door

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[ccecilia]

If Cecilia had known the headaches and frustration that would come along with declaring her major, she would have hidden in Undeclared Hell for as long as she could. The requirements, the switch in advisors, the chiding looks from the secretaries. What their problem was, Cecilia couldn't even understand. She needed a break.

Every pub on campus and surrounding knew who she was. Cecilia Jacobs was a tabloid tease, a girl who was always willing to take a picture. That couldn't be farther from the truth. That truth alone was what brought her to tavern.

Wearing a pair of slim fitting denim trousers and a loose fitting tee shirt with high heels and a blazer, Cecilia took a seat beside the only other person at the bar.

"A glass of Reisling, please," she answered when the bartender asked.

[audrik]

Audrik's eyes darted over to Cecilia as he sipped from his glass. He wondered why she chose to sit next to him. He also wondered why she looked like she walked out of a fashion magazine. He returned his gaze straight ahead and finished the last sip from his glass. He tapped the bar with two fingers and the bottle rose on its own to pour another small glass. One of the advantages of going to an empty bar is that the bartender knows what you're drinking and already has the charms all set up.

He traced a finger around the rim of the glass with one hand, and other propped his head up as he massaged one of his temples.

[ccecilia]

As the wine glass in front of Cecilia filled of its own accord, she glanced briefly to the man sitting beside her. Had she seen him around campus before? She couldn't be sure, but there was something familiar about him. She nodded in thanks to the bartender as the glass slid in her direction.

She took a long sip before setting it back down.

"Seems like we're both having one of those days," Cecilia spoke, then, as she watched him.

[audrik]

Audrik stopped rubbing and glanced over at her. He raised his head and offered a small smile, followed by a single nod of the head.

Raising his glass to his lips, he allowed himself to dip inside her head. Truth is, Audrik found her to be attractive and simply wanted to see if she was worth talking to.

ooc: I wanted to leave it up to you what he could learn from her thoughts. It can be anything you want.

[ccecilia]

His smile but lack of response was curious to Cecilia. It was unusual that a man would stay silent when she made the first move. Not that she was making moves, she chided. That wasn't her goal.

There were moments where she struggled against the image her family-name crafted for her. She wanted to be nothing like what the papers wrote. But then there were moments where it was really easy to fall into the persona. She was frighteningly good at it.

But if she was to make anything of herself, have it be real- because of her own talents, she had to let it go.

She let a sigh pass through her lips before taking another sip from her glass.

[audrik]

Audrik smirked just before he tilted his glass for a sip. Just after swallowing, he made a face at the burning on his tongue.

"I'm Audrik," he said finally, allowing his accent to be a tad thicker than usual. He would be lying if he said it didn't help get him women in the past. He offered his hand and looked at her eyes. They were the same color as his mothers. He blinked and forced the thought of her out of his head.

[ccecilia]

At the sound of his voice, she turned toward him. The lilt of the Russian accent struck her. She let her eyes drift down toward his hand and a small smile tugged at her lips before looking back at him, her eyes catching his.

"Cecilia," she replied, taking his hand.

There was something striking about the man, something she couldn't place. But it was intriguing all the same.

[audrik]

Her reaction to him was not uncommon. Even he couldn't deny that he is not someone you meet everyday. He was happy that her intrigue seemed more positive than negative.

"That's a pretty name," he commented before sipping from his drink again.

"Come here often?" he mused with a playful smirk.

[ccecilia]

Cecilia turned her head slightly away from Audrik, her eyes still on his as she reached for her glass. She brought the drink to her lips and took a small sip before settling it back down in front of her.

"Thank you."

Cecilia. In Latin, it meant blind. She always thought it was an interesting tidbit, something that she felt her mother did on purpose. She shook her head of the thought and matched Audrik's smirk with her own.

"Often enough to know I've never seen you here, before," she told him.

[audrik]

Audrik saw her mother. Though she was pretty, it didn't come as naturally to her as it did Cecilia.

"Believe it or not, I'm not a terribly social person," he told her, with another smirk.

"I only came out because I had this terrible headache. Firewhiskey's the only thing that can kill a headache like this," he confessed. "Not sure why."

[ccecilia]

"Unbelievable," she commented, teasingly. "You, sitting here- alone- I never would have thought."

Unless he was meeting someone. In which case, he picked the right spot for it. Secluded, quiet, quaint. It was sort of perfect. She eyed him, remembering how tense he seemed when she first sat down.

"And a potion hasn't helped?" she asked, her brows furrowing. "A good drink has been known to cure quite a lot, though."

[audrik]

Audrik's eyes darted around the ceiling as he tried to think of how to word it.

"These are not normal headaches," he said carefully and his eyes fell to his drink before finally meeting hers.

He smiled.

"Though this one's mostly gone, now."

[ccecilia]

"I'm afraid that aside from whiskey hangover headaches or anytime I set foot into the library, I'm not sure what other kind of headaches there are."

Which was true, mostly. She seemed to become more and more frustrated whenever she received a lecture from either parent about her public displays but she pushed those thoughts out of her mind. She'd come to escape from all that, hadn't she?

"But I am glad yours is going away," she added, smiling.

[audrik]

Audrik smiled back at her.

"You know, you look lovely tonight," he said confidently. "Not that I really know what you typically look like, but if you look like this all of the time, then you must turn a lot of heads."

[ccecilia]

She shifted in her seat at the bar, turning it slightly in Audrik's direction. She crossed one leg over the other as she rested her arm on the edge of the bar.

"You're sweet," she told him before biting down on her bottom lip. She knew all the right things to do, all the right things to say. She'd done it a thousand times.

Well, not a thousand. Certainly not a thousand.

But there was something about him. And she liked that he didn't seem to be like any of the other blokes she'd met at bars.

"So, Mr. Anti-Social, how come you don't like to go out?"

[audrik]

"I think people find me awkward to be around," he admitted, taking another sip from his drink.

"I have difficulty connecting with people on any sort of emotional level. That and I've mastered Legilimency. I think that puts people off."