Re: [Club: Hannah and Caspar]
"Wait." Just, wait. He asked for only one moment, even if she clearly wasn't listening. More than not listening, she was making a beeline for the quickest exit. But Caspar needed a moment to dig up memories long since cobwebbed and atrophied after years of desuetude. There was no reason for her to be here. Rather, there was every reason for her not to be here. "Wait," he called again, but she was already disappearing into the thick of the crowd. Caspar naturally moved after her, his brain still spinning it's wheels in a way that had nothing to do with the gin martinis he'd been downing all night like medicine.
The final martini was set, unfinished, on an empty edge of the bar where Caspar found himself briefly entangled in a drunk lady's arms. The drunk girl had stumbled into him and clung, staring up at him with pupils big as the moon. Under normal circumstances, what with having given up his sainthood long before he was even fucking born, Caspar would have taken full and total advantage of her starry-eyed attention. But no, not tonight. Not with the impossible resurrection of a once upon a sister-in-law. He calmly unwound himself from the girl with truly the most sincere of apologies before he took off after Hannah.
It wasn't easy, considering the popularity of the club and therefore, the crowd. After getting delayed by strangers more than twice during the chase, Caspar cursed his good taste. This would have been so much easier if only he'd ventured out for the ironic dive, and she had too. Damn his need for more people than his skin could stand. Damn his need to be deaf, dumb, blind, and numb by the end of the night. Why couldn't he have found her in some quiet little bookshop or a slightly less crowded Starbucks? Fuck, why did he have to find her at all?
It was the exit where he caught her. Caught was in loose form here, because it was beyond the bouncers and so totally outside the exit that it would inevitably be too easy for her to disappear into the shady shadows of an alley or the parking lot depths. Be that as it may, he caught her. Just barely. Fingertips on the back of her shoulder for just a second before the next person knocked him, "Hey! Amy!"