Beyond the nightlife, A meeting of souls: closed thread

[The_gladiator]

Moderators note:
this thread is closed to myself and nefarious Pride
please note this story is a spin off from the thread The Nightlife, and the character's story begins in that thread
As always this is a work of fiction and should be treated as such

IC

George Philips, bartender at the Nightlife, stood in the darkened park holding the hand of A woman he had just met. He had met her this night, and already it seemed the fates had much planned for them, their interaction was not destined to be the quick fling it began as. In the aftermath of the nights events he stopped her and turned her to face him and spoke, "Did he hurt you? Do you have reason to press charges against him too, while he is apprehended that is?" he asked, his hand coming up to stroke her cheek and look deep into her eyes, watching her, waiting for her answer, dreading to think perhaps that basterd had hurt her as he had almost hurt him. His blue eyes watched her, and he was almost afraid to hear the answer. "Be honest with me." he said, "Do not lie to protect him, or yourself, he can't come get you now. I want to know the truth. Please tell me." he urged the young woman before him. Probably at least 6 to 7 years his junior if not more, he still felt drawn to her, and not just because she was good in bed, which she was, or because she needed his help, which she did. No, this was more, something that ran even deeper than those surface emotions or issues.

 

[nefarious_pride]

"Do you have reason to press charges against him too, while he is apprehended that is?"

Adara stood still, her hand in his as he inquired of her past with Dylan. A sad smile would creep up her lips, for she couldn't stare George in the eye any longer. There was much that he didn't know about herself and Dylan, the night's events if anything, were but a very small preview to what her life had been.

So did he ever hurt her? Did he ever hit her? She couldn't find it in her to answer, so she turned away, though her hand squeezed his.

"George.. I.. Dylan saved my life, and in his own little, screwed up, immature way, he loves me. He did so when I had nobody else to turn to, and for that alone... I owe him."

It wasn't that she wasn't grateful, hell she was able to breathe and keep her head high with George, something she had been deprived of with Dylan. None the less, she shook her head and sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry... I just...can't" The words rolled out of her lips in shame and embarassment.