Re: AT THE BAR--for now..? (Vanessa)
His eyes followed her movements in a lazy manner, accepting her comment with a shrug and a smile that was the close cousin of a smirk. He gave the bartender who returned with their shots a friendly 'thank you,' and allowed himself to glance down a bit too long at the shapely legs that were now stretched out in close proximity to him. Vanessa had almost mirrored his casual position, and he had to wonder for a split second how smooth the skin covered by the knee highs must be.
The thought brought to mind another set of legs he'd had the pleasure of seeing (and feeling) earlier in the month. Idris looked back to Vanessa's face, her cheekbones enhanced by the make-up she wore, his mind thinking of another despite the physicality of the woman next to him. He took one of the small shot glasses and smiled, waiting a moment before downing the drink, the glass put back down on the bar counter. The alcohol rolled down his throat and landed somewhere in the pit of his stomach, warming his insides and helping to urge on the buzz he already had.
"Well, you've got have a little fun in life, yeah? Doesn't hurt to unwind now and then. I'm a staunch believer in unwinding after a good day of hard work, nothing better to help a guy relax." There was a particular glint to his eyes, and as his mind was fogged up just the teensiest bit more, he shot a glance to the colorful lights that were near them. The name of the shots had helped rekindle the memory brought on by Vanessa's barely garbed legs, and he grinned once more.
"Met someone at Pax that glows about as bright and pretty as these lights. A redhead, kinda like what I just drank. Minus the slut." Idris nodded at the decorative lights, then looked back to Vanessa. The liquor was loosening his tongue, allowing him to let slip admissions he normally would have kept private. He almost felt as if he was being urged to say more by something other than the drinks in his system, but that thought surely had to be caused by the alcohol. There was no real need to talk about any of his sexual exploits with Vanessa, but still...still he wanted to push the information at her, in detail if necessary, to see what her reaction would be.
Which was a ridiculous notion, given they were friends of a sort, not paramours. Vanessa had kissed him that one time, but--Idris frowned slightly, trying to reign in the desire to spill the beans and cause a scene. As if Vanessa would get mad over him, a grown man, acting on his own primal urges and affections. She was easy on the eyes, and he couldn't help but feel as if they knew each other in a peculiar way other than being neighbors--however, there was no need for these thoughts. Idris waved the bartender back over, ordering another shot.