Re: Tryst [Bailey/Nikolai]
Bailey wasn't like most girls, comfortable in heels and more amused than anything when he said the wrong thing or talked without thinking. She didn't give one whit that he preferred to sit at the bar, drink and pick girls out. Today was her day and he was going to dance damn it and make out with her while he did it. What they were doing wasn't really dancing but again. She didn't give two shits about that, not with Nikolai's arms wrapped around her and grinding against him.
They always did what they wanted, and wasn't that half the fun? This certainly wasn't an exception and she squealed in delight when he pushed her down against the seat and pressed himself on top of her. She kissed him back eagerly, wantonly, and her hands pulled at his shirt, slipping beneath the fabric to run her hands along his flesh. She knew every last curve, every freckle and mark. Now there were new marks on his body, still healing, but she couldn't reach them just yet and that was fine with her. Bailey couldn't help but feel like it was her fault because it'd been the Joker who'd gone after him, but that didn't really make sense because he didn't know who she was in Vegas.
The waitress was back, and before Bailey was even able to focus on the conversation, the woman was gone and a bottle of vodka, as requested, was sitting on the table. Her laughter filled the space between them as he pulled at the top part of her dress, which had slipped dangerously low while they had made out on the bench. "Thanks," she replied with a grin. "It was a birthday gift from the best boyfriend in the entire world." Bailey gave him another kiss before reaching for the bottle. The cap came off expertly and she poured out the shots before setting the bottle aside. There was no reason to bother with the cap because they'd be finished with it soon enough.
"Have I told you lately that I love you? Because I do." She handed him one of the shot glasses, did their cheers, and knocked the liquid back with ease. Oh god did she love vodka. Three more shots went down the same way, one right after the other with the occasional kiss between them. She drank straight from the bottle next and, with her mouth still full of liquor, kissed him hard and deep. She was going to enjoy her birthday party, she knew that was a fact the moment she slipped onto his lap.