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1:42 AM
Rhiannon had gotten all dressed up and decided to go surprise Tristan at the club while Rosie stayed with Harvey. Most of their time together lately had been spent as a family, with Harvey, which was amazing. She loved the way they fit together. She loved having Tristan around as more than just a boyfriend, but as a father figure for Harvey. It was really more than she'd ever expected.
Tonight, though... Tonight she wanted a boyfriend. Her boyfriend, and she'd dressed in the hopes that they could make tonight interesting.
When she got to the club, Sypher was there. She smiled at him, and he at her, and without changing his expression, one hand lifted to press a finger to her forehead like he was ET phoning home. Her mind was full of Tristan and some brunette, somewhere in the backstage area. She was kissing him, touching him, slowly working open his shirt...
She jerked back, ready to twenty question Sypher, but... Sypher was gone. In fact, had he ever really been there at all?
She forgot about it in the pursuit of getting to the back of the club. She blared past security, past the sputtering blonde giant, in just enough time to see Tristan, the boyfriend that she was so looking forward to seeing tonight, emerge from the girls dressing with lipstick kisses all over his mouth, face, and neck. She could smell the perfume from where she stood.
They gaped at each other for a long moment before, on a spin of her heel, she turned around. She was sure he'd have a whole list of excuses about how some girl was all over him and there was just NO WAY he could push her away.
She wasn't interested.
Tonight, though... Tonight she wanted a boyfriend. Her boyfriend, and she'd dressed in the hopes that they could make tonight interesting.
When she got to the club, Sypher was there. She smiled at him, and he at her, and without changing his expression, one hand lifted to press a finger to her forehead like he was ET phoning home. Her mind was full of Tristan and some brunette, somewhere in the backstage area. She was kissing him, touching him, slowly working open his shirt...
She jerked back, ready to twenty question Sypher, but... Sypher was gone. In fact, had he ever really been there at all?
She forgot about it in the pursuit of getting to the back of the club. She blared past security, past the sputtering blonde giant, in just enough time to see Tristan, the boyfriend that she was so looking forward to seeing tonight, emerge from the girls dressing with lipstick kisses all over his mouth, face, and neck. She could smell the perfume from where she stood.
They gaped at each other for a long moment before, on a spin of her heel, she turned around. She was sure he'd have a whole list of excuses about how some girl was all over him and there was just NO WAY he could push her away.
She wasn't interested.