March 25, 2008
Dorian was, actually, quite bored.
To the usual passerby, however, it would seem that he was very much the opposite. With a beautiful redhead seated in front of him, bar stool turned so she could lean on his shoulder as she laughed into his neck, it seemed like he had it made. How could any man be bored with THAT right in front of him?
Ah, well. Flirting was what Dorian did when he was bored. He didn’t care, really, it was just something to pass the time. He only really enjoyed it when he was flirting and annoying simultaneously, not this… easy catch business. Easy catches were silly and stupid and not worth any time at all.
The wine, however, was completely worth his time.
With an easy smile, he leaned down, whispering something into the girl’s ear, idly twisting his fingers through her hair. A brief glance at his watch over her shoulder, a nod to the bartender to pour another glass…
This was old. Surprisingly, he hadn’t even bothered doing something like this in quite some time. Dorian was bored of… being bored? He didn’t know, really, all he could figure out was that the usual catch-and-release game wasn’t as amusing as it had been in the past. The redhead was a slip, he thought, because when not working, this was… what consumed his time. He didn’t know what else to do… other than rather beautiful women. Har.