arabella alaire. (corsaired) wrote in emillion, |
Bella nodded in agreement — of course she could relate. She’d been forced to deal with her fair share of morons today, after all. But her expression turned to one of surprise as Cian continued. She set her glass down on the table in the most indignant manner possible (on Cian’s behalf, of course) and leaned forward, replying in a hushed, scandalized tone. “Someone tried to mug you? I can’t imagine that ended well for them.”
She leaned back in her chair before continuing. “After all that, darling, you’re welcome to use my shoulder for whatever you like.” Bella matched his grin with a wide smile of her own.
“Your imagination’s working fine,” he answered with a shake of his head. Even in his own bar, that was as much detail as he intended to offer. She was guild, so she’d heard the stories. He’d made sure everyone heard those stories. “Guy must’ve been crazy or high as a fucking kite or both.”
His grin didn’t slip, and he only quirked a brow upwards as she smiled at him in a downright inviting way and extended her offer. “Tempting, gorgeous,” he told her. “Makes me wonder if I shouldn’t have held out on getting myself healed, played the wounded hero card, asked you to kiss it better.” He poured two more shots, one for each of them, and took up his glass once more. He was feeling pleasantly warm and relaxed - one more and he wouldn’t care about the ratty mattress or anything else.
But hell, if he could avoid going back there tonight, and head home with a beautiful woman instead? That would be an unexpected bonus.
"Oh, I'm not entirely sure that scenario would've worked in your favor." There was a brief pause in her response as she tapped her drink against his, the glasses colliding with a little clink! Arabella quickly threw back her shot, savoring the taste of the smooth whiskey. She set her glass back down on the table, looked down for a moment, then peered up at Cian with a smaller smile that made her intentions for this evening very clear.
"I would've worried and fretted over you if you'd shown up on my doorstep injured. Dragged you off to the nearest healer. Besides, darling, I'd rather have you whole and uninjured."
"Well then," he said easily, "guess I'm lucky tonight." After their glasses clinked together, he drank, set his empty glass down, and told her, "You can have me any way you like."
At the end of the night, the day wasn't a total wash, after all.