junkyarddog (junkyarddog) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-04-07 12:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | kitty fever, tray contini |
Who Tray Contini and Kitty Fever
Where The Hidden Agenda
When Friday Night
What Kitty stops by Tray's work
Warning Language, name calling as usual, probably adult speak, TBD
Status In Progress
Kitty hummed softly as she slipped into the bar, weaving her way through the crowd as a few guests left. She let her gaze drift towards the bar as she stepped towards the bar, claw in a simple pastel pink dress that clung to her lean frame. Strapless and resting with a bit of lace at her chest while the hem of the dress hit a few inches high, running the risk of being a touch scandelous if she wasn't careful. Still, tonight she intended to play a bit of sexy mixed with cute and have her dreads of pink and white wrapped up in a bun that was adorned with a Hello Kitty carnation at the base. As she smirked and slid onto the stool at the bar, Kitty drummed her pastel blue nails against the counter then bit her lower lip while tilting her head so that she could oh-so-casually check out Tray from behind. It was safe to say that she was growing very fond of him but she hadn't exactly asked for a label on their meetings just yet. Perhaps she was waiting for the handsome bartender to breech the subject? With a faint giggle to herself, Kitty plucked a twenty dollar bill from her bra then pinched it between her fingers in wait- bound to gift it to the man with the charming blue eyes if her greeted her properly.
Tray was showing off at the very end of the counter when Kitty arrived, busy pretending he was Tom Cruise from Cocktail and slinging two bottles at once as he did a little trick before some flaming drinks were slid down the counter. There were some cheers and some girl leaned forward getting real close to Tray's face as she tucked a tip into Tray's front pocket and he just laughed and took a step back and spun on his heels. That's when he caught sight of Kitty and he honed in quick leaving the loud cheering crowd in the dust and headed her way. She had to have known he was coming for her, he looked her right in the eye, but as he caught up with her he looked completely forward and passed her by with a little smirk, pretending he didn't see her at all. He went to his giant tip jar and stuck what the chick had just given him in it and then turned back and noticed her carnation and couldn't help but smile fully. "Ho ho ho. Look at that? Kitty Fever are you trying to make me jealous? I told you I wasn't so into that guy who gave you those things. I'm not really into thinking I have competition." Tray was a sarcastic dork.
Kitty quirked a brow as she watched him and his little stroll pass. He was certainly a character but, hell, she liked that about him. Chuckling softly, she faked a gasp by placing her fingers over her lips then reached up towards the little flower. "You mean this thing?" Kitty gave him a warm smile then as she bit her lower lip. "Well, who knows? Maybe this guy knows some of my weak points." Her eyes narrowed while she leaned forwards, resting her chin gracefully on the palm of her hand. "Or maybe he makes me a bit weak in the knees. I think he has better tastes than you. I've already been sitting her for so very, very long and you've yet to bring me a drink, muttface." That gloss adorned lower lip jutted out in a sweet pout. "I'm disappointed."
"Tsk tsk. You're just gonna keep wagging this guy in my face aren'tcha? That's not a nice thing to do. If I didn't know any better I'd think you wanted to keep me jealous Sharpie." He leaned in too, getting nose to nose with her and lifting a hand to her cheek, slipping it behind her neck, his eyes rolling over her face, lingering on her lips like he was thinking of kissing her, whispering, "You didn't order one yet" but instead of kissing her he did a quick move lifting his hand behind her bun and pulled that hello kitty carnation right off and held it to his nose backing up quick so she couldn't grab it from him. "You know? This is nice. I might have misjudged the guy."
Kitty gasped and pursed her lips, brows knitting as she shot him a playful glare. "Who knows? Maybe you'll meet him one day if you come over." She smirked then and raised her pointer finger to her lips, biting gently upon her nail while she let her gaze dance over Tray. "Make me something special, blondie. I think I deserve a little something nice for putting up with your mug." Of course she was teasing given the playful wink but Kitty wanted nothing more than to show off and tease Tray in an effort to keep his attention focused on her for the eve.
Tray went to fixing up a mixed drink, cliche mixed drink. A sex on the beach. "I don't know, what if I meet him and see he's not half way good looking as me?" He leaned forward on that one raising a cocky brow, "Which you know is highy probable." He pulled back and looked up and down himself, "I mean look at me. What if I meet him, see he doesnt' compare to the likes of me and get disgusted with your tastes? It ruin that picture perfect ideal of you I have. You prepared to ruin that?" He asked as he pushed the drink towards her.
Kitty chuckled and rolled her eyes before grasping the drink to take a sip. "Mm...Well, I'm sure he compares, Tray. In fact, I think he might even look better than you." Her eyes narrowed as she shifted in her seat, one leg crossing over the other so that she could dangle her heels. "He might even be better at- Oh, what do you call this?" Those fine brows raised as she cooed. "Sex on the beach? Mmm." Taking another sip, she drew her tongue over her lower lip then looked the tender over in a sweep. "You know, mutt? I've never been that adventerous before. I'm starting to think this new guy might be a bit smooth at getting my attention. What do you say to that, stud?"
Tray turned around and looked at the clock. His shift was about over and last call really wasn't far off. He didn't have to close this night and he was thankful for that because one never knew how long it would really run over when cleaning up and getting the stragglers out. The place still looked packed and alive out passed the bar, people jumping and dancing to bass beat club mixes. The dj still looking like the night was young, hooping and hollering still riling up the crowd. Tray seemed focused passed Kitty instead of on Kitty and most of what she said went in one ear and out the other as he drew his thumb and index finger down around his chin a few times. He was seriously in thought. He looked back at the clock counting down backwards from 10 slowly then right at the stroke of the hour he jolted, "OFF. I'm OFF" and turned and chucked his time card in the machine. Then hopped up on the bar, slung his feet to the other side, spinning on his ass, then jumped down on the other side. "Come on. We're dancing. That guy aint got nothing on me."
Kitty watched him with a curious gaze, her brows shooting up at his sudden shout that made her jump. She blinked and laughed when he slid across the bar but his invite to dance happily surprised her. "Oh? Think you're that good, hot stuff?" She chuckled as she reached out to grasp his shoulder then slid off the stool, pressing close to him so that she could whisper scant inches from his lips- for her heels allowed her to be closer in height to him. "I bet you can't dance at all, muttface." Giggling playfully, Kitty gently pushed her fingers against his chest then grazed her nails down his stomach as she turned. With a swing of her hips in that mini-short dress, the brightly hued femme made her way towards the dance floor in hopes that Tray would be wise enough to follow and take the lead.