Drinks.... With a Stranger
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She walked into the bar and slipped her leather jacket over the back of the chair before pulling it up to the bar. Her green top was low cut but not too revealing as the silk cravat she wore round her neck interrupted the view of her cleavage. Her usual blue jeans were gone, changed for a pair of black cords tucked into her high boots tonight and she placed her hat on the bar as she shook out her vibrant red curls gently. Without having to ask a scotch on the rocks was placed in front of her and she handed over the money with a small smile. She'd only been in town a week but the service in this place kept her coming back, if not the clientele. She used the mirror behind the bar to scan the room slowly. Two stag parties, the usual after work drinkers and a few couples. The usual suspects. She sighed and swirled the alcohol round her glass slowly. Not typically a young womans drink it was one of the hazards of being raised by two men. She tried to picture her father owning a bottle of some ghastly alcopop and grinned. Definitely not. Then another memory, not her own, flashed before her eyes and she shuddered slightly. She downed the drink in one, chasing the image back to the hell it came from. She had been travelling alone for a month now, no real plans, just going wherever the road took her. Accomodation was not a problem. Her uncle had been inspired by the Harry Potter books and given her a tent with a difference. It was now her own home, a one bedroom flat all contained within a small canvas frame. As with most things of the Doctors it was bigger on the inside. A bit like her mind felt nowadays. She watched the stag party in the corner, recognising a couple of the men from a few nights earlier. A few words and a gentle push of her mind had backed them off then and she doubted she would have any trouble with them tonight. But she frowned as something drew their gaze. She followed their stares and smiled slightly. Oh she was gorgeous.
The blonde pulled up a stool at the far end of the bar and the bartender moved over, setting to work on one of his special cocktails and gaining a fabulous smile from the woman. When prepared she sipped it through a straw slowly, not disturbing her lipstick, her blonde hair curling slightly as it rested on her shoulders. The redhead smiled to heself. She wasn't bad looking herself but compared to the blonde she suddenly felt like an awkward teenager. Not that she had ever been that awkward even as a teenager.... The blonde was immaculate in a tight red top, its neck slashed to fall across her shoulders. The black skirt is long but slashed to the thigh, showing off her toned legs perfectly. The redhead grins and returns to her drink. It's not the first time she's been attracted to someone. Hell it isn't even the first time she's looked at other girls but this one is undeniably hot. Unfortunately the stag parties seem to agree. Right on cue, one at a time they come over and try their best lines and get shot down. She watches, a slight smirk on her face as yet another one goes down in flames and for a moment the blonde looks her way, their eyes meeting. She rolls her eyes, the ghost of a smile on her face as she is approached by yet another drunken idiot. The redhead nods slightly in return. She carries on watching, enjoying the entertainment.
She frowns a few minutes later when a fresh drink is placed in front of her still full last one. She looks up at the barman and he grins, the trace of a leer on his face. "A present from the lady. She was wondering if you might help her get the message across to those guys that they're wasting their time." She smiles and looks down the bar to the blonde who grins back and motions to the empty seat beside her then, out of sight of the stag parties, brings her hands together, palms flat. Please? The redhead grins wickedly now and downs her drink, picking up the fresh one and her things and making her way down the bar. She sits, placing her hat back on to the bar beside her and raises her glass to the blonde. They clink their glasses together and watch in the mirror as they sip, checking out the stag parties reactions. They looked slightly bemused but then with renewed vigour they seemed to regroup, preparing for another attack. The blonde sighs and turns to face her.
"I don't think they're getting the message yet." The redhead smirked slightly and put her drink down.
"What do you suggest we do to convince them?" The blonde grinned back and reached out a hand, holding her face softly as she leans in slowly, slowly enough for her to pull back, to slip away if she wants to... As their lips meet she knows what to do even though she's actually never done this before. You don't spend 17 years living with Captain Jack Harkness without picking up a few tips. And being a telepath doesn't hurt either. As her mouth opens her eyes flutter closed, focusing only on the sensations running through her, the touch on her face, the feel of anothers lips against hers, another tongue stroking hers gently. Oh so this is what they were on about then. She's vaguely aware of a loud cheer from the back of the bar and they slowly break off, turning back to the mirror to check their success. The men are sitting down again, disappointed yet strangely satisfied expressions on their faces. She grins. "That seems to have done the trick." The blonde nods, a smile on her lips which are still brilliantly red. The redhead can't help wondering what brand of lipstick she uses...
"Thank you. They were being extremely persistent." The redhead tosses her a small salute.
"Happy to be of service." The blonde grins and holds out a hand.
"I'm Lee by the way. At least that's what all my friends call me." The redhead nods and politely shakes her hand in stark contrast to the intimacy of a moment ago.
"My friends call me the Captain." Her companions eyes widen in surprise.
"That's an unusual name." The Captain grins evilly and picks up her drink, watching in the mirror as one of the stag parties makes to leave.
"I'm an unusual person. You can blame my father." Lee nods and leans closer.
"Mine too. Lee is short for Leela." The Captain frowns slightly and turns to face her again.
"Leela? As in.."
"A cartoon character with purple hair and one eye. You have no idea how much I hated school." The Captain chuckles and puts the glass down again.
"I was named after my dads ex girlfriends. What is it with family?!" Lee laughs, her hair swinging slightly as she shakes her head.
"I have no idea." She raises her drink and holds it beween them. "A toast. You can choose your friends..."
"...But you can't choose your family." The women laugh as they clink their glasses together, the lightness in their movements in contrast to the heaviness in the Captain's heart. No you can't choose your family. But maybe she would have more luck now she could choose her friends. She sipped her drink and turned back to the woman and began to talk about everything and nothing and started to forget the ache in her heart....
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