Dutch Velders (godutch) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-12-07 00:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | chuck bass, dutch velders |
Who: Dutch Velders and Chuck Bass
What: Conversation and drinks
Where: A bar inside one of Chuck’s hotels
When: Sunday evening
Warnings: None
Status: Incomplete/Closed
Why was she here? Dutch found herself asking that question a lot tonight. It wasn’t as if going to this hotel’s bar was such an unusual thing for her. She came here when she had the time. It had a good vibe and gave her a chance to dress up, put on a different face. The martinis were to die for. But really, why was she there?
Lately, her mission was to find a real world version of the man in her dreams. He’d swept her off of her feet without doing much more than talking to her. Oh, and there was also the one time he’d saved her life. These dreams, they had a way of seeping into real life. Dutch hadn’t woken up with any special skills or objects on the pillow next to her. They had a way of running every thought in her mind, though. Everything from her dreams had stayed in her dreams. She only wished her tall man friend would show up in real life. The point was, if she was looking for Vasiliy Fet, said tall man friend, she wasn’t going to find him in a classy bar. All she was going to find her were those fabulous martinis she loved so dearly.
“Another, please.” She smiled at the bartender, taking out the little plastic spear with the olive on it. This was her dinner tonight. A little, alcohol soaked garnish. She popped it into her mouth and munched, staring off at the pianist in the corner of the room.