Who: Adora and Eli
When: Saturday Night
Where: A bar in downtown Danvers
What: The new acting Director needs a break from being on campus and bumps into a familiar face.
Acting Director. That wasn't something that he was expecting to happen. Of course he had said yes when he was asked and he could understand the logic behind it because he would consider himself to be one of the most stable, most logical people at the entire school but... It was still unexpected, and not knowing how long it would last was certainly a bit disconcerting. Eli Eden was a complete and total control freak, a fact that most people knew nothing about, and being unsettled, in any sense of the word, completely and totally threw him off.
Perhaps it was this, combined with the fact that he had yet to find anyone that would remotely come close to what he was looking for in this place, save a child that was far too young for the responsibilities, had him here, in this dirty, dingy, some might even say seedy, bar, in a part of town that he was certain he would run absolutely no risk of running into any of his students. He was already onto his third glass of scotch on the rocks and there were at least a dozen or so crushed out cigarettes in the ashtray that sat in front of him at the bar where he sat.
There was a woman at the bar that had taken an immediate interest in him. She had offered her company and, at first, he had accepted. But then the headache came, and every time he looked at her, all that he could see was the sin clinging to her. It was like this thick, vile black sludge that she couldn't possibly hide or wash away.
It made his stomach churn as she proceeded to dance for him, and he had attempted to blind himself from it for a time. But by the end of his third glass, he could take no more, and as she moved in to attempt to grind herself upon him, he grabbed her by the wrist and shoved her hard away. "Leave me." The words were practically growled out and with a simpering pout upon her lips, the woman did as she was told, taking only a few moments to find someone else who interested her just as much as he had.
A finger tapped upon the rim of his glass was indication that he wanted a forth, and his eyes closed as he felt a familiar energy pressing in. Adora. Either she was passing by or she was coming in. "Leave it." The bottle. It would make the woman's job easier if she did.