Flame and party
Erm, wrong order, word count a bit off, still with Trey, this would be the earliest part of this 'verse, Trey meeting Elena.
Flame
He’d sat nursing the same drink for over an hour, taking cautious sips, keeping his gaze down, inviting no trouble. He’d been in Vegas for just over three months. The events that had propelled him from Newport still dominated his thoughts, and dictated his actions. ‘Coke’ as in ‘Cola’, who the hell would have thought it?
He’d shocked himself, hadn’t thought that he was capable of screwing over the only person who had ever cared about him so thoroughly. ‘Moth to a flame’, that kid. He would only have to reach out and Ryan would be there to help him. This time was gonna be different. He wasn’t gonna ask.
He was gonna make it by himself. He was.
His eyes flicked up. A girl, standing by the bar, was smiling at him. He grinned back.
Party
“You come here often?” she asked, dimpling at him prettily.
She reminded him of Theresa Diaz, all soft, dark curls and melting brown eyes. He hadn’t been looking to hook up, to party. There wasn’t time or space or cash to support a relationship and somehow she didn’t look like a one-night stand.
“No,” he said, “first time tonight.”
“I’ve seen you around,” she said, surprising him.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I work at the clinic down the street?”
He nodded. A nurse then, maybe, or a receptionist. Like he thought, a nice girl - too good for him.
Flame
He’d sat nursing the same drink for over an hour, taking cautious sips, keeping his gaze down, inviting no trouble. He’d been in Vegas for just over three months. The events that had propelled him from Newport still dominated his thoughts, and dictated his actions. ‘Coke’ as in ‘Cola’, who the hell would have thought it?
He’d shocked himself, hadn’t thought that he was capable of screwing over the only person who had ever cared about him so thoroughly. ‘Moth to a flame’, that kid. He would only have to reach out and Ryan would be there to help him. This time was gonna be different. He wasn’t gonna ask.
He was gonna make it by himself. He was.
His eyes flicked up. A girl, standing by the bar, was smiling at him. He grinned back.
Party
“You come here often?” she asked, dimpling at him prettily.
She reminded him of Theresa Diaz, all soft, dark curls and melting brown eyes. He hadn’t been looking to hook up, to party. There wasn’t time or space or cash to support a relationship and somehow she didn’t look like a one-night stand.
“No,” he said, “first time tonight.”
“I’ve seen you around,” she said, surprising him.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I work at the clinic down the street?”
He nodded. A nurse then, maybe, or a receptionist. Like he thought, a nice girl - too good for him.