"Especially if it belonged to someone who'd irritated you, I'm sure," he replied, mirroring her coolly amused glance.
Erik strolled a pace behind Jordan on her way into the lively bar, his eyes briefly sweeping the room, not really taking any of the details in, his gaze drawn back to Jordan as she cut a path through the usual late afternoon crowd. He couldn't seem to stop watching — her elbows settling on the bar, her easy slouch, her eyes narrowed as she used her power to make the bartender especially eager to serve them.
"Two martinis," she told the man; then, when he brought them back, favored him with a demure smile, more sly on her new face than it ever had been before. "That'll be all," she said, turning away with a little toss of her head.
Erik picked up his drink and followed her to the cozy table they preferred, though they had to detour around a particularly rowdy pack of young people who'd pushed a bunch of tables together to play a card game. One shot to his feet with a roar of victory, forcing Erik into a quick sidestep, his drink sloshing.
"Dammit," he swore, breaking free of the throng and pausing to get his bearings. He looked down and almost jumped again, an expression of stupid surprise painting his face as he realized the solitary occupant of the table in front of him was Charles.
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Date: 2014-09-03 07:46 pm (UTC)Erik strolled a pace behind Jordan on her way into the lively bar, his eyes briefly sweeping the room, not really taking any of the details in, his gaze drawn back to Jordan as she cut a path through the usual late afternoon crowd. He couldn't seem to stop watching — her elbows settling on the bar, her easy slouch, her eyes narrowed as she used her power to make the bartender especially eager to serve them.
"Two martinis," she told the man; then, when he brought them back, favored him with a demure smile, more sly on her new face than it ever had been before. "That'll be all," she said, turning away with a little toss of her head.
Erik picked up his drink and followed her to the cozy table they preferred, though they had to detour around a particularly rowdy pack of young people who'd pushed a bunch of tables together to play a card game. One shot to his feet with a roar of victory, forcing Erik into a quick sidestep, his drink sloshing.
"Dammit," he swore, breaking free of the throng and pausing to get his bearings. He looked down and almost jumped again, an expression of stupid surprise painting his face as he realized the solitary occupant of the table in front of him was Charles.