Amelia Sterling / Rose Red (holdontothepast) wrote in fableless, @ 2016-07-27 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log/thread, amelia sterling, elias bishop |
WHO: Elias Bishop and Amelia Sterling
WHAT: BINGO PROMPT: First Bonding Moment
WHEN: Back in Academy days
WHERE: A bar
WARNING/RATING: Snark.
Amelia wasn't sure if she was early or if she was late, or whatever, but she did know that Charlie wasn't there yet, but she recognized the pretty sullen looking thing at the bar. She didn't need to even flash her fake ID at this point, considering how often she rolled in for booze. She didn't have a single streak of shyness or awkwardness in her, walking right up to him and leaning on the bar nearby. She knew exactly who he was, having seen him around and heard a few things from her BFF, but they hadn't really spent any time themselves. Eh. Amelia would always rather hang with someone else than alone, especially if they were pretty. "You're waiting too, huh? What's your poison, I'll get it." Her hair was in a short bob these days, much easier to deal with, and she'd taken to wearing shades to compliment her new tattoo more, with blues and violets. With her heels, mini-skirts, and on point makeup, Amelia looked everything and nothing like the socialite she was supposed to be. "I hate you can't smoke in here. It's a bar. Vices are expected." Elias looked Amelia up and down, assessing just exactly how she presented herself to the world. He gave away no hints of what he thought of her. “Let’s start with an Old Fashioned,” he answered her question, allowing her to buy the first round. He had absolutely no sense of chivalry that would cause him to insist on buying. That was perfectly fine with her. She found chivalry annoying as fuck. "A whiskey man, I like that." Amelia had that talent for calling a bartender over using solely her smile and eye contact. "Old Fashioned for him, Manhattan for me." Once Elias had her attention again he asked, “How’d you meet Charlie?” "Pretty early on in our freshman year. When you're like us, you learn how to zero in on the people who won't annoy the fuck out of you." Charlie was so much better at her perfect sweet smiles and putting on a better face in public. Amelia was a little too openly pessimistic and jaded about things, but her loyalty to Charlie was fiercer than her disenchantment toward people. "Clearly you've managed that skill too, you have good taste." Dark eyes looked him up and down and then to the rest of the bar. She saw a specifically hideous couple being tacky and making out in even tackier clothing. Amelia made a face at them. “I do,” Elias easily agreed about his level of taste just as the bartender put their drinks in front of them. He pick his drink up to cheers against her own glass, then took a sip. Like her, his eyes fell on the tacky couple. He laughed at the face Amelia pulled. “What do you think they’re majoring in?” He asked. His laugh made her smile approvingly. She had enough of 'oh stop being mean' from the rest of her family. "Him, hipster poetry, her, husband hunting." She knew the look. She took her drink and eyed them over it, the way a cat eyed birds on the other side of a glass door. With mild interest and disdain. "They'll end up in Brooklyn one day with no money and she'll sleep with the beefy gym trainer never knowing so is he." They seemed oblivious and giggled at each other. The girl fed him the cherry off her tropical drink. Amelia rolled her eyes. "Thank you for you and Charlie not being like that. It'd be good for my weight to keep vomiting every time I was around you two, but not good for the rest of me." Although Elias had met a number of Charlie’s friends by now, Amelia always seemed to be the one with the sharpest tongue. Her review and future forecast of the couple on the other side of the bar might have just cemented her spot in first place. “By all means, let’s us know when you need to lose some weight.” He smirked. “I know that I wouldn’t mind the challenge every once in awhile.” "What, the challenge to be cookie cutter nauseatingly cute? You don't have the eyes for it. They need to be more vacant." Amelia smirked at him, testing out her drink and nodding approvingly at the bar tender. She was not very discerning with her booze, but sometimes she gave them trouble just because. "I bet you and Charlie could pull off the politician couple look though. Fake smiles. Snake eyes." That's what she loved about Charlie. Face of an angel, but a mind too sharp for that. "Want to play a game? Pick a target, analyze their annoying level." “Yes, fake smiles and snake eyes would be a great tagline as well,” He joked. “We’d be elected in a second.” He cocked his head to the side, more than game for the little game Amelia had cooked up. “You’re on,” he told her before turning his attention to the people in the room. There were couples that were far too easy to analyze that his eyes glossed over for just how stereotypical they were. Finally, he zeroed in on a couple that was obviously not going to work out. “3 o’clock.” He took a sip of his drink taking them in. “I’d bet it’s a first date. Not going well.” Amelia loved when people played her games with her. Playing them by herself wasn't half as entertaining. There was only so much inner meanness that she could come up with; it had to be purged out loud to someone. It was nice to have people around who understood that inclination. Her eyes sparked with amusement and she followed his look toward the couple. She made a similar assessment, agreeing it wasn't going well, but she kept quiet on her own judgment about why. This was his turn at the game. "What's cluing you in?" “Let me count the ways.” He smiled widely, enjoying the encouragement he was getting from Amelia. “Girl is overdressed, guy is underdressed. She had friends stalk her, they’re the ones she keeps glancing at.” Elias looked at the two girls who were motioning for her to keep going and continue the date. “He can’t keep his mouth shut and let her get two words in. Speaking of which, I’m sure it’s a sob story about girls rejecting him all the time because they’re just so mean and don’t understand how kind and nurturing he is. What do you figure?” Amelia clapped for him lightly, delighted at the new partner. "Oh, he's definitely Nice Guy material. Mansplaining all over the place, that's why he can't stop talking." She almost felt bad for the girl, but not really. Everyone had to learn eventually, and she was still sitting at the table with him. "Do you think she'll make it to the end for an awkward goodbye? Do you think it'll work if I start chanting throw a drink in his face?" She usually liked watching, but getting directly involved and stirring the pot, that was fun too. She was sure people got enjoyment out of her own beautiful mess ups over the years. Even she could laugh about that. "Her friends suck if they haven't rescued her yet." “Would you actually start chanting?” There was obvious delight in Elias’ voice. For all the people watching, analyzing and mocking he did, he had never actually inserted himself into the conversations. He didn’t care so much that there was a line there, he just prefered to see them spiral on their own. “Her friends are the worst. How would you antagonize them?” "Oh yeah, I mean, I like watching people implode from the outside, but I also like to make them implode." One was just less fuss than the other. Amelia got a good look at the girl on the terrible date. She wasn't bad looking. Hm. "I think I have a better idea." She took a sip and glanced at him, mischief in her eyes. "I'm going to rescue the poor girl and seduce her." Elias wasn’t sure if it was possibility of seeing girl on girl action or the mischief in her eyes but there wasn’t even a sliver of doubt in him that if he and Charlie didn’t work out he would have to find a way to remain friends with Amelia. Amelia winked at him, saluted him with her drink, and then sauntered right over to the worst date ever to make it something else entirely. And her step never faltered. She'd have to tell Charlie she approved of her boyfriend later. |