Girls' Night Out
Who: Natalie (boredsamaritan) & Alex (detectivedrake)
What: Wine, more wine and a bit more wine probably.
When: Early evening, Natalie's first proper day here after arriving last night.
Where: The Lux
Rating: Probably NC-17 for discussion topics.
Natalie was sitting at the bar, perched cross legged high on a bar stool. Idly she ran her fingers up and down the dewy cold stem of her wine glass, contemplating. She wasn't usually the type to advocate alcohol as the answer, but these were exceptional circumstances she conceded with a sigh.
The shock of arriving here probably wouldn't have been so bad, but if she were honest Peter not remembering her hurt far more than she'd care to admit. It had placed a decision in her hands, a decision that ultimately she'd have had to have made anyway, but now it felt prematurely forced and she knew more than anything that she was lying to herself. Even as she'd left him, she'd wanted nothing more than to be lost to his kisses again, to bury her hands in his hair and feel that unbridled rush of passion.
But things were different now, and in the face of her presented reality; it was the perfect opportunity to end it, or never start it. Only, as much as she tried to remain stoic on that matter, her thoughts kept drifting to euphoric memories, and she missed him already.
What: Wine, more wine and a bit more wine probably.
When: Early evening, Natalie's first proper day here after arriving last night.
Where: The Lux
Rating: Probably NC-17 for discussion topics.
Natalie was sitting at the bar, perched cross legged high on a bar stool. Idly she ran her fingers up and down the dewy cold stem of her wine glass, contemplating. She wasn't usually the type to advocate alcohol as the answer, but these were exceptional circumstances she conceded with a sigh.
The shock of arriving here probably wouldn't have been so bad, but if she were honest Peter not remembering her hurt far more than she'd care to admit. It had placed a decision in her hands, a decision that ultimately she'd have had to have made anyway, but now it felt prematurely forced and she knew more than anything that she was lying to herself. Even as she'd left him, she'd wanted nothing more than to be lost to his kisses again, to bury her hands in his hair and feel that unbridled rush of passion.
But things were different now, and in the face of her presented reality; it was the perfect opportunity to end it, or never start it. Only, as much as she tried to remain stoic on that matter, her thoughts kept drifting to euphoric memories, and she missed him already.