Jebidiah Jefferies, Jr. (triplej) wrote in neogenesisrpg, @ 2009-02-27 17:44:00 |
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Who: Riley Alden, Jebidiah Jefferies, Jr.
What: A pick me up at the bar
When: February 26, Evening
Where: A bar
Rating: PG
Status: Complete.
Riley'd had a long day trying to get adjusted, and she'd stopped by the bar a few blocks from the firm to relax a little. She wasn't there for the social scene. Not by any means. This was, in fact, the first time she'd actually gone out since she'd gotten here. Usually she just picked something up on her way home and hunkered down there to get some work done. After landing this job, however, she figured she owed herself a reward, and had settled on a stool at the far end of the bar. She'd already had a shot of whiskey, and was now sipping slowly at a martini.
Once the warmth of the liquor had settled her nerves nicely, she set the glass down and reached up to pull the band out of her hair holding it in its now slightly mussed bun. Long red locks fell down just barely past her shoulders and she let out a quiet sigh before cracking her neck and tugging her jacket off, letting it settle across her lap. She glanced down at her drink, then, and plucked the olive from it, taking the toothpick between her teeth and sliding it back out olive free. She'd always loved the olive.
"No, I'm out, Tom's in!" Jebidiah exclaimed as he pried through the male bodies that crowded around his corner of the pool table. The temp pool had decided to celebrate their last day on the contract at the bar, trying their best to hustle each other out of their final paychecks. Dark eyes scanned the bar as he picked up his suit jacket from the pile.
He walked over to the redhead sitting at the bar, at first mistaking her for Grace but quickly correcting himself as he stepped closer. Leaning against the bar, he waved down the bartender before flashing a smile at the woman. "I'm disappointed, I was going to ask you if I knew you from somewhere. Give me a second and I'll think of a better opening line."
Turning his attention back to the bartender, he ordered himself another bottle of beer.
Riley jumped softly as someone sat behind her and spoke. She looked over at him with her mouth open slightly, brows raised. "I..." Opening line? A man hadn't really tried to talk to her since highschool to speak of. Then again, she hadn't allowed herself into a position like this since highschool. She flushed and turned her gaze from him, huffing faintly in anger at herself and taking another sip of her martini. For courage perhaps? I mean hell since she had no real choice but to get married anyway...at least she could have her choice in who she flirted with?
"I'm Riley..I don't think you know me, but feel free to think up a better opening line. I'll wait." She smiled very softly, that blush slowly fading from her pale, freckled skin. "Keep in mind I doubt we went to school together unless you're from Ireland. So no thinking you sat behind me in classes." She wrinkled her nose faintly, utterly amazed at herself that she'd actually said this much to him.
"I don't think I could pass for an Irishman either," he winked, taking a swig from the bottle as he mulled over a good line. "Hmm, might work..."
He took another swig and looked at the woman again. "Excuse me, where you talking to me?"
She smiled a tad again as he winked, feeling a faint flutter in her stomach and cursing herself for it. She goes out one time and an attractive man ends up next to her. That'd teach her. She looked rather confused, then, at his question. Ah. It'd been a joke, then. "I...I um..." She turned her gaze from him to the bar. "I thought I was...I guess...um..." Her voice was actually trembling at that point, and she liftedher martini to her lips to finish it off. "I was..."
Jebidiah laughed softly. "You were supposed to get huffy and say no. Then I was supposed to say in a low, sexy voice, 'Well then, please start.' Oh well. A refill for the intrusion?"
She let out a soft sigh of relief at realizing he hadn't been playing a joke on her in starting to speak with her, and nodded at the offer. "Yeah, another would be nice." She responded, looking down at her empty glass. "And...I mean you could still do the low, sexy voice thing. If you wanted to."
"Yeah, well I need proper incentive." he said, his voice dropping to a lower octave anyway. Jebidiah waved the bartender without turning his attention away from the woman. "Another one for Miss..."
His voice trailed off, waiting for her to offer her name.
"My name is Riley Alden...but you can call me Riley." She replied, watching as the tender mixed her another drink. She drew it close to her, turning over his statement in her mind. She looked up at him again, her lower lip tucked faintly under her front teeth before she freed it so she could speak. "What kind of incentive?" She asked, voice very soft as she turned to face him a bit, curiosity and maybe even a faint bit of mischief present in her green eyes.
"Well, a beautiful name is a good start." he grinned, handing a bill to the man once the drink was served. "My name is Jebidiah Jefferies, you can call me Jebidiah, or Jay."
He held out his hand for her to shake. "Apart from being a fox, what do you do for a living?"
She blushed again, more heavily this time, though. She just wasn't used to compliments. Not that she wasn't liking this, however, no, the way her nerves were on fire were a pretty obvious clue to herself that she was. "Jebidiah. I like that name." She responded, lifting the drink to her lips and taking a sip. "I'm an attourney." She set the drink back down, then, and licked her lips. "And yourself?" She asked, looking up at him and smiling at him shyly. "Other than being a raging stallion of raw sexuality?"
"Good one." Jebidiah chuckled, that was a first. "I'm a business consultant, which is a glorified temp for executives. I don't think I've seen you in the area, I'm sure I'd remember you if I did."
"Actually..I just really don't get out much. I immigrated when I was sixteen..went to college here and all." She chewed at her lower lip then at she stared down at her lap before shutting her eyes tightly and then suddenly looking over at him. "Look would you mind if we went to sit in a booth? All these people are kind of making me nervous. You're hard to hear over the din of..drunken..ness...and I..." She trailed off, looking rather lost and praying he'd fill in the pieces for her.
"It would be better than shouting at each other, yes." he picked up his beer with one arm and offered her the other. "Shall we? Should be quieter on the other side of the bar."
She took his arm then and followed him, feeling dwarfed suddenly by his height, but not altogether hating the fact, either. Once they'd gotten settled in the quieter area she drew her legs up into the booth with herself and looked across the table at him. "This is a lot better." She stated finally after a few moments of silence. "So what made you talk to me, hm?
"A sudden moment of inspiration." he shrugged as he took a seat in the other side of the booth. "Talk to a pretty lady, or a bunch of drunk guys. Pretty lady, drunk guys. Easy pick. So, what made you decide to stay in the US after college?"
She shrugged herself in response to the question. "The law scene, I guess you would call it, is a lot more interesting here than back home. And I guess I just always wanted to come here. My sister and I. It's what our parents wanted for us." She took a hefty sip of her martini and set the glass down, moving it to the side a bit. "Penny for your thoughts, raging stallion of sexual prowess."
"Why do you keep calling me a raging stallion?" Jebidiah asked, holding back a chuckle as he took a swig from his beer. "Jebidiah works just fine."
"Men don't like that, hm?" She asked, raising her brow and shifting a bit in her seat. She spoke like she was serious, but there was a bit of amusement in her face and to say the sparkle in her eyes was anything short of playful would be a lie. "Jebidiah it is."
"Only a guy who needs a boost to his ego. Mine's good today, so..." he placed the beer on the table. "It's just you and your sister, here? Is she here in Seattle?"
"Yeah. I barely ever see her. She works in the labs." She responded softly, glancing down at the table, seemingly in deep thought. "She doesn't call me much anymore. I don't really know what's going on with her." She looked up at him, then. "I'm starving. I know your drunk friends are here, but...do you want to go get something to eat with me? I'm gonna go ahead and admit I've actually never eaten out here. I always cook for myself or order in. You probably know these places better than I do so..."
"I'm the poor soul that gets to make sure everyone gets home in one piece, so unless you're a fan of bar food, rain check? Of course, you do know that means you will have to give me your phone number." Jebidiah said as he reached in his pocket for a pen and reached for a napkin on the table.
She looked down at the napkin for a moment and then relented, giving him the digits and finishing off her martini before she stood and donned her coat. "Alright, I'm headed home. So...if you want to give me a call later...I mean...that'd be fine with me. I'd answer and all." She gave him an embarrassed smile and then turned, heading for the door.