Re: Bar and Buffet
Icene shook her head, still behind him, and instead sipped at her drink, and chuckled. A trail of ice snaked it's way down the back of his neck, and she wondered if he would turn round, or whether he might just walk away. She wasn't sure she'd chase him, since he'd probably be with some other woman already if she caught him up.
Instead, she kept up a light pressure with the ice and almost willed him to turn towards her. She was staring pretty hard too. Lashes thickly covered in black mascara, and even her eyebrows coloured to match the wig. She did think he might realise it was her, but then, no snowflakes this evening either.