Até: Ruin, Infatuation, Obsession, & Love's Folly (banishedruin) wrote in utr_logs,
She let him kiss her... not that she had much choice, not that she wanted one, the hand gripping in her hair making her purrr. Still, she returned the smirk and shoved her hands against his chest, pushing him away, knowing she had to. It was hot and dark and full of want, and way too tempting to give in to, to just let him melt her down where they stood... and really, weren't they past that? She had to believe they were. Squaring she shoulders, she pointed in the general directions of tables, and just glared at him.
"Sit."
She turned toward the bar, running her hand through her hair as she did, unaware of the image she offered... she stalked through the place like a cat. Not a lion - way too noble for her, but more like a panther - lean and sleek, each movement having a purpose, easily slinking between potential prey.
She paused at the bar, sliding in against an empty spot, and caught the tender's attention immediately, ordering the whiskey... and immediately scoffing at the bottle he produced. She pointed on a shelf, indicating a dusty bottle he hadn't realized was there before (because it wasn't) and ordered the three shots. Even though she wasn't the one drinking it, she refused to deal with inferior ingredients. Out of habit she didn't order something for herself, at the last moment adding a vodka gimlet for herself.
As she closed her eyes for a moment to wait, she felt a hand on her hip, immediately reaching to grab at the wrist, and squeezing tight.
"Don't touch."
She glanced over her shoulder at the owner of the hand, her expression enough to chill... unfortunately he was warmed by alcohol and egged on by a companion as lowly as he was.
"Hey baby... I saw you out there. You want to dance."
"I said, don't touch."
She released his wrist, and just smiled as she felt it skimming her hip again... again she grasped his wrist, and just squeezed... expression calm as his contorted in pain until he finally screamed out... right as she felt two bones snap. Releasing his hand again, she reached for the three shot glasses and martini glass, and nodded to the tender.
"Some people just can't listen. Run a tab."
She held the three shots easily in one palm, glass in the other, ignoring the obscenities yelled by the now broken man, and walked away from the small scene forming as she returned to where Momos now sat. She placed her glass down, then placed the shot glasses on the table one by one before reclaiming her glass and holding it lightly at the stem. Stepping between his knees she took a seat on his thigh, her free hand draping around his neck.