Re: [Club: Hannah and Caspar]
Caspar was used to getting all variety of looks from women. From the usual, flirty insipience, to green-eyed cupidity, to even choleric fury on the rare, usually more holiday-centric occasion. The last was mostly reserved for those that knew him moderately well, but no matter what, Caspar never got the look that this girl was giving him now. He actually had to look once over his shoulder just to ensure that she was, truly, looking at him. It seemed a sort of fearful recognition in her eyes, which shouldn't have existed outside of very limited, very iconic circles. But, in either case, those circles weren't here. The girl was staring at him like she couldn't believe he was here, and she also didn't want him to be. Caspar had been willing to forgive the spark of familiarity that he'd felt in looking at her, but now he felt compelled to know more.
Women held fleeting interest for him in general. He'd had a therapist once and very briefly who'd had a field day with Caspar's stories of losing his virginity too young at a brothel in Morocco, or the way he'd been engaged seven whole times before actually buckling down in some kind of committed ceremony that didn't even last. He was used to paying for what he wanted in the opposite sex, be it professional opinion or a passing afternoon.
So he didn't understand the girl's gawking. He hadn't yet had a chance to destroy any lives in this insignificant corner of the free world... had he?
The guilt was inexplicable and immediate. It was sharp enough, second-guessing and subconscious enough, that Caspar visibly flinched for just a second. This was usually the type of thing that he actively avoided, feeling... something inexplicable. Thankfully, the gin was doing a stand up job of keeping him halfway safe. A passing waitress, sweet thing in a nothing hemline, passed him a fresh drink on her way back to the VIP and Caspar sipped gratefully.
Have we? And, "Yeah." He sidled closer, fitting into the discretion of the hallway outside the bathrooms with her. It was coming back to him, but just wasn't there yet. He noted the way that she'd glanced over her shoulder earlier, and the way that she seemed so nervous. "Are you here with someone?"