heather miller (heathermiller) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-08-15 21:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, agent york, heather miller |
Who: Heather Miller and Agent York
When: After this conversation
Where: Bar
What: Drinks, etc
Rating/Warnings: Low/Heavy flirtations, FTB on sexy times.
Status: Complete!
York. It was York now. He’d been dreaming about his other life, and was starting to think of himself as York and not James, which was a weird thing. But kinda felt good? He was looking forward to getting together with Heather and taking his mind off it all. And having someone to cuddle with so he could sleep without dreaming.
He headed into the bar, getting there a little before he thought he would, and ordered a couple shots at the bar.
Heather was more than happy to spend time with James again. They'd had fun the last time they'd seen each other, and she liked the guy. He was nice, funny and well he was good looking. Heather changed out of the shorts she'd been wearing into a pair of jeans, but she left the tank top on since it was too freaking hot outside.
Making her way to the bar, Heather walked in and spotted James at the bar. She nudged him with her shoulder lightly before she slid onto the seat beside him. "So, feeling any better?" She asked just as the shots were sat down in front of them.
James turned to give her a smile at the nudge, and nodded. “Much better now.” He said, and pushed one of the shots across the wooden surface of the bar so she could pick it up. He picked up his own, and held it up as if in a toast. “To forgetting about nighttime hallucinations, and falling asleep next to someone trustworthy.” He paused, then raised an eyebrow. “You are trustworthy, right?”
Taking the shot, Heather lifted it as well and she raised a brow back at James. "Mmm, yes." Heather had never lied to anyone with any malicious intent, the only lies she'd ever told had been little white lies, and that was when she was much younger. "I could ask you the same question, you know?" Still she clinked her glass against his and tossed her shot back. Heather cleared her throat after she'd swallowed, and placed her shot glass back down on the counter.
“Oh, I know.” James swallowed his own shot, wincing just slightly after it went down. It felt good--a good burn, warming him from this belly out. He set the glass back on the counter, then lifted his hand to scratch his forehead. The left side, above the scars. He sighed. “I dreamed about losing my eye. It’s… not something I want to ever think about, let alone dream about.”
A line appeared between Heather's brows, and she turned to look over at James. Reaching out, she placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, that -- that had to suck." She couldn't imagine having to live through it, and then dream about it. She motioned to the bartender again for another round, and then placed her hand back down on the bar top. "The last dream I had? I was dragged into a slaughterhouse that my family used to work at by this police officer that I'd trusted. Little did I know he was the mayor's son. The same mayor that killed my family, except for my cousin that likes to wear people's face and kill people with chainsaws." She let out a long breath, and then glanced over at James. "So if anyone understands about not thinking about dreams? It's me." She thanked the bartender as he brought over more shots, and she downed another one, thankful that she'd had a big meal before she'd made her way to the bar.
“Oh God.” James--York--said, turning to look at her. Her Dreams sounded pretty awful. More like nightmares than dreams. He wanted to do something to help her, to comfort her, to console her. But the best thing he could do was get her drunk and take her home. For whatever she wanted to do, really.
“Then let’s drink.” York added, motioning to the bartender for more shots. “And dance. Do you dance? Please tell me you like to dance. Because tonight feels like a loud music and gyrating kind of night.”
Lifting a hand, Heather gave a small dismissive wave. "It's fine. It's the lot I've been given here, and my dreams should be over with soon. At least, I'm hoping that they are." The way things were starting to go she believed that they were at the climax, and it wouldn't be long until things finally returned to normal or she was dead.
One of them would happen, and she'd deal with that when it did.
"I do dance, actually." Heather flashed him a smile, "Austin has some of the best clubs on 6th Street, and that's where I grew up." Heather had spent a lot of Friday nights in the 18 and under clubs, and once she'd become an adult in the other clubs. "So yeah, I'm down for dancing and drinking the night away."
York nodded. The bartender brought over a couple more shots, and while he had him there, York ordered two more for each of them. Slowly, but keep ‘em coming. He figured that would be enough to get the pair of them ripping drunk, and then they could dance it off.
“Spoiler alert; I’m not very good at dancing. But I sure love to move. You might be embarrassed by me, and I’m totally okay with that.” He teased, lifting his glass in another toast.
If she kept drinking this way her liver was seriously going to hate on her. Either way tonight she wasn't going to think about her liver or anything else other than the guy beside her and the alcohol in front of her.
Laughing, Heather lifted a shoulder. "I doubt I'll be embarrassed by you, but we'll see what happens." Picking up another shot, Heather tossed it back, feeling the effects of the alcohol already. She was feeling warm all over, her head was just a little swimmy and she felt...giggly. "Even if you aren't great at dancing it doesn't matter. It's all about feeling the music. At least that's what dancers say."
“Bah, you’re just too nice.” York said, grinning over at her. “You’re really kind, but my dancing is really going to… I guess you’ll just have to see it for yourself.” He knocked back the shot, swallowing it in two almost painful gulps. It was warm, hot, even, from the inside. He was starting to feel loose now, and wasn’t at all thinking about the Dream he’d had the night before.
“What kind of music do you like to dance to?” He asked, setting the glass down on the bar.
Tipping her head to the side, Heather gave him a teasing grin. "I'm nice now, but that doesn't mean I won't tease you later about it." She nudged him again with her shoulder, and then giggled. Lord, the alcohol really was getting to her, she could probably do one more before she was going to have to call it quits for the night.
Taking in a deep breath, Heather propped one elbow up on the bar top and then cradled her chin in her hand. "It might surprise you to know but I do enjoy rap music in general. So I like dancing to it, or pop music. Really, I'm not too picky, as long as it has a good beat? I'm good. What about you?"
York grinned even more brightly at the nudge to his shoulder. He gave her a bump back. Gently. “Oh, I’d be disappointed if you didn’t. I like a woman who teases.” He winked.
Her words surprised him. He turned to lean against the bar, too, and watched her as she talked. She had really pretty eyes. He couldn’t help but grin. “Rap, huh?” He asked, playfully. “So long as it has a good beat and you can dance to it?” He turned to thank the bartender who set a shot in front of each of them, then lifted it. After this he’d be good. Maybe a beer or two later, but this was a good amount of alcohol for him. “Oh, I guess… I dunno. Whatever’s on the radio.”
"Oh yeah?" Heather replied, a brow quirking up at that. She leaned in close, "Then maybe I'll have to give you a strip tease later." By later she meant some other time, there was no way she was going to be that coordinated after a night of heavy drinking. Well, maybe, she was going to have to see how well she did out on the dance floor.
Leaning back, she gave a nod. "Mhm, I couldn't tell you why either. My parents listened to a lot of older country music." She laughed softly, eying the shot in front of her before she picked it up and tossed it back. "That's pretty much it. I mean, in Austin a lot of it is club music, and remixes. I honestly haven't been to many clubs here since I moved out this way. I guess it'd be about the same." She tipped her head slightly, a light smile playing on the corners of her lips. "So in general what type of radio station do you listen to? One that plays pop, country, top 40…?"
York gave a little laugh. “Would any man in his right mind say no to something like that?” He asked. Because damn, he would love to be on the receiving end of a strip tease. York had no idea how he had such luck.
“Classic Rock?” York said. “Maybe it sounds cheesy, but it reminds me of when I was young.” Back before meeting Carolina, before Wash’s accident, before life fell apart. “There aren’t a whole lot of great radio stations around here, but that’s why we’ve got Pandora, right?”
Pursing her lips in thought, Heather let out a small hum. "There might be a guy or two out there that'd say no. I mean, I don't think I'm everyone's type." Heather thought she was decent looking, pretty at the least, but she didn't think that she was a knockout.
A light smile tugged up the corners of Heather's lips, "That's not cheesy. I can get it." She could really. While she might not listen to older country exclusively she thought about her parents any time she heard a song from that era or something that sounded like it. "Exactly, and it learns what songs we like and dislike. So that's always a win." Heather let out a long breath, reaching up to run her fingers through her hair. The jukebox at the bar had been playing various songs, a good mix of newer and older songs. When One Dance came on, Heather smiled and slipped off her barstool. She danced a few steps backwards before holding out her hand, "Come on, come dance with me."
York nodded. He was about to reply something about how Pandora showed him new music, too--but then the song changed, and Heather was asking him to dance with her. How could he say no? They’d just been talking about this, and hey… this was one of those songs that was sexy to dance to. York’s inhibitions were practically nonexistent at this point, so he nodded and followed her onto the floor.
York wasn’t a great dancer, but he could move his body and was obviously having a good time. That was the point, right? He had rhythm, but was never formally trained. He kept his hands in polite places, moving his body to the music. There were other people dancing, too, so it wasn’t as of the pair of them were in a spotlight. Didn’t matter to York, though. He closed his eyes and let the music move him.
That was the entire point of dancing, in Heather's opinion anyway. She was all smiles as her body moved to the music, hips swaying back and forth while her hands staying up on his shoulders. Heather closed her eyes, listening to the music and just moving. As the song ended, she slowly opened her eyes and eyed him. "Well, you didn't step on my feet. So I'll call that a win." She honestly hadn't been paying to his dancing skills, she'd just been enjoying the moment with a new friend that she really liked. Add in the alcohol and everything was good in Heather's book.
James chuckled, his own eyes opening to look down into hers. He nodded. “It’s a win for both of us. You didn’t step on mine, either.” He teased, then lifted his hand to take one of hers from his shoulder. Then he raised them together and spun her out under his arm.
Heather laughed as he spun her around, and she landed with her back pressed against his front. "Definitely a win, although I was never worried I'd step on your feet." She glanced back up at him, body still swaying to the new song that started playing. Reaching up, Heather pushed a stray strand of hair back off her face, tucking the dark strands behind her ear. Heather lost herself in the music again, body moving against James's as the song played and she only stopped once it ended and a slow song began to play. A few of the couples left the dance floor, but Heather turned around and draped her arms around York's neck. "So, after this another drink and then back to my place?" Heather wasn't ashamed to ask him about coming over, they'd already talked about it.
Heather had gotten used to sleeping alone, to dealing with the craziness of her own dreams but it had been nice the last time he'd spent the night.
James laughed this time, wrapping his arms down and around her to hold her body against his for a moment. They moved together really well on the dance floor. It wasn’t especially surprising--they’d moved together really well in the bedroom, too. “You’re just a whole lot better at this than I am,” he said, glad that they’d decided to come out here tonight. He released her so they could dance to the next song, watching her hands, her hair, her eyes. She was absolutely beautiful--and that wasn’t just the alcohol talking. She deserved far better than he could give.
“Yes, please,” He responded, despite what he’d just been thinking. A little grin tugged at the corner of his lips. He found he never Dreamed when he was with someone else.
"I'm sure with more practice you'll be able to show me up on the dancefloor." She gave him a wink. She believed that it was possible, and you never knew what would happen with a little bit of practice. Heather continued to move to the music until the song ended, and she slowly pulled away from him.
Heather motioned to the bartender once they neared the bar, and it wasn't long before another shot was placed down in front of them. Heather tossed hers back, the burn gone since she was, at this point, drunk. Heather gave him a bright smile, "Come on, let's get on out of here and get some sleep, or you know, other things before going to sleep." Heather gave him a waggle of her brows, before laughing at her own foolishness.
James was definitely looking forward to more practice, so long as they got to do it together. He found he really enjoyed spending time with Heather, both between the sheets and on the dance floor. He moved with her until the song was over, then followed her back to the bar. His shot went down easy, too, since he was still feeling it, then he grinned brightly. “Oh, I’m definitely planning on those other things before sleep.” He said, and stepped forward to kiss her. One hand moved down to her backside to give it a squeeze. “C’mon. Let’s go.”