Last Dance
Started from: Fall From Grace
Continued from: Who We Are
The attractive couple stumbled through the front door of Zane’s apartment, still intoxicated from the multitude of drinks ingested earlier that night. The apartment door swung wide open and was quickly forgotten as the blonde girl wrapped her arms around Zane’s neck and pulled herself against him, their hips brushing as she started to dance slowly. His arms wrapped around her as she dipped backwards. Her blue eyes appeared dull, most likely from the amount of alcohol she consumed. Or, Zane thought rather cruelly, perhaps she was just that dull. There was nothing interesting about her. Her lips pulled into what she must have thought to be her most seductive look, but he thought it to be somewhat ridiculous looking even if he wouldn't actually tell her so. Her eyes became hooded and it dawned on him that she expected him to kiss her.
How he had even gotten here he hardly remembered. Kai made him angry, frustrated him by how complicated things had to be. Why couldn’t he just love Mina? After a few drinks the blonde currently in his arms appeared attractive enough, perhaps she was even attractive before the drinks, he couldn’t recall at this point. The bar had become hot and cramped, so when she suggested that they go back to his place he didn’t think to object. But now that they were here he wasn’t so sure that this was what he wanted.
She pouted at his involuntary rejection of her and squirmed in his arms, trying to pulled down the hem of her already too short red dress that no longer covered much of her lower half. Her hands clasped tightly to Zane’s shirt once she realized that they were not alone in his apartment.
A lone figure sat in the shadows, a look of distraught clearly written on her face. Zane turned his head to the direction of where the girl in his arms was looking and nearly dropped her in shock.
"Mina," Zane croaked out weakly. The girl in his arms bolted upright and tensed against him. In a movement of heroics that Zane didn’t even realize he possessed, he pushed the girl behind him so that nothing stood between him and Mina. "What are you doing, Mina?" he asked nervously.
"I'm sorry, Zane," she whispered, tears visible in her eyes as she raised her arms and pointed a gun at his chest.
Continued in: The Fallen
Continued from: Who We Are
The attractive couple stumbled through the front door of Zane’s apartment, still intoxicated from the multitude of drinks ingested earlier that night. The apartment door swung wide open and was quickly forgotten as the blonde girl wrapped her arms around Zane’s neck and pulled herself against him, their hips brushing as she started to dance slowly. His arms wrapped around her as she dipped backwards. Her blue eyes appeared dull, most likely from the amount of alcohol she consumed. Or, Zane thought rather cruelly, perhaps she was just that dull. There was nothing interesting about her. Her lips pulled into what she must have thought to be her most seductive look, but he thought it to be somewhat ridiculous looking even if he wouldn't actually tell her so. Her eyes became hooded and it dawned on him that she expected him to kiss her.
How he had even gotten here he hardly remembered. Kai made him angry, frustrated him by how complicated things had to be. Why couldn’t he just love Mina? After a few drinks the blonde currently in his arms appeared attractive enough, perhaps she was even attractive before the drinks, he couldn’t recall at this point. The bar had become hot and cramped, so when she suggested that they go back to his place he didn’t think to object. But now that they were here he wasn’t so sure that this was what he wanted.
She pouted at his involuntary rejection of her and squirmed in his arms, trying to pulled down the hem of her already too short red dress that no longer covered much of her lower half. Her hands clasped tightly to Zane’s shirt once she realized that they were not alone in his apartment.
A lone figure sat in the shadows, a look of distraught clearly written on her face. Zane turned his head to the direction of where the girl in his arms was looking and nearly dropped her in shock.
"Mina," Zane croaked out weakly. The girl in his arms bolted upright and tensed against him. In a movement of heroics that Zane didn’t even realize he possessed, he pushed the girl behind him so that nothing stood between him and Mina. "What are you doing, Mina?" he asked nervously.
"I'm sorry, Zane," she whispered, tears visible in her eyes as she raised her arms and pointed a gun at his chest.
Continued in: The Fallen