Singled Out!

[PearlNecklace]

She sat there and wondered what hell she was doing there for about the 70th time. Perhaps that was an exaggeration, but still, it had been a few times. Singled Out! the sign over the stage read. Her friend had won a triple pass from the popular radio station that was hosting this event and had dragged her along.

The two friends she had come with were long gone, has disappeared almost straight away. Last seen in the middle of the dance floor, drinks in one hand, a guy in the other. They had tried to get her to join them but this wasn't her scene. She reverted back to a shy, insecure teenager when she was somewhere like this. Nothing like the confident businesswoman she was during the day.

Abby had shoulder length red brown hair, blue eyes and was fair in complexion. She was average height she supposed, being 5'6 without heels. Her body was like any other woman’s in this bar, slender but curvedly well proportioned. She was wearing a blue halter neck dress that her friends insisted she wear. She felt self-conscious about her breasts, the full 38C's seemed to be revealed more than she'd have liked. She liked the way her feet looked in the silver stiletto heels though and thought her legs looked longer.

She finished her drink, a Cosmopolitan (more Cranberry than Vodka) and adjusted her dress. She looked around the room and again wondered why she was here. As she sat there Abby looked for her friends. She'd find them and tell them she was going. She hoped she'd manage to before one of the guys here on testosterone overload approached her thinking he was God's gift!

OOC: Abby wont give in easily. Shes shy but firey (goes with the red hair). Looking for a guy to play a part, you decide what.. PM me with a sample reply.

 

[PearlNecklace]

Hmm.. perhaps my idea just sucks? lol

 

[TMcSac]

She's looking for someithng...or someone. There she stands by the bar looking amazing but looking around, searching.

Approachnig, I see that your top reveals quite a bit more than I had noticed from accross the room. Seeig your glass full, asking you if you need a drink is out, so I ask,"...you look lost...or are you looking for something?".

 

[PearlNecklace]

Thanks TM but I was looking for a starter in a PM. Perhaps you could PM me so we could discuss this?

 

[PearlNecklace]

I officially declare this dead.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Thats a pity. I just pmed an application

 

[Demos Straxus]

A stranger across the bar observed her cooly. Like her he had red hair, though his was cut almost to a crew cut, and a fiery red. His pale complexion was in sharp contrast to the coal black suit, and black tie he wore. He had the body of a swimmer or runner. Thin, but well defined beneath the facade of his neatly pressed buisness attire.
His pale green eyes seemed to take in every inch of her body, with burning intensity that belied his impassive demeanor.
He was in town on buisness. It was always buisness realy. He had had time for little else while the merger was being engineered of the past year. But the deal was closed now, his cauffers filled to capacity again, and he was ready for a different sort of conquest.

And what a woman to start with.

He smiled slightly, and spoke in whispered tones to the Barman at his end of the bar. The man nodded, and Abby was quickly presented with a fresh drink.

"Compliments of the man in the suit, miss."

 

[PearlNecklace]

Abby looked at the bartender as if he had a second head. She looked at the drink as if it was poison. She glanced over at the man on the opposite side of the circular bar and smile politely. Lifting the drink she toasted him silently and had a sip.

She wanted to find her friends sooner, rather than later. She wanted to go. But then she heard a familiar voice from the stage and looked over. Jasmine, one of the girls she had come with was introducing herself and preparing to let a random guy take a body shot off her. Sarah, her other friend stop beside her.

Groaning inwardly Abby realised she had no choice but to sit and wait a while longer while her friends made fools of themselves. She looked back to the man in the suit, wondering why he'd be at a Singled Out party. He just didn't quite fit.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Nate glanced over at the bar, watching the performance with detached intrest, before returning his gaze to the woman across the bar from him. when she raised her glass in salute, he smiled and returned it with his own rum and coke.

After the events of the merger had been worked out at the hotel across the way, Nate had walked over here to spend some time relaxing. When the bouncer had said it was reserved for a "Singled out" party tonight, Nate,had thought "what the hell", and bought himself a pass. The name tag "Brad Pitt" was now pinned to the front of his suit.

Not that any of these trivialities mattered to him. He had allready found an possible cantidate, in the stunning woman across the bar. Now he had but to woo her.

Thought was action as he got up from the barstool, and straightened his suit, and tie. This task done, he walked slowly around the bar, easily dodging around the less sober members of the party, and keeping an even gaze on her. His gait and stride were long, and even, with an almost military candence. Some might even be inclined to call it a strut.

Even as he walked, a slow smile crept across his handsome features.

 

[PearlNecklace]

Abby sipped at the drink she was given and watched her friends revealed various parts of their bodies. She was glad she hadn't been talked into joining her friends, she'd never do anything so embarrassing.

She sipped at her drink as she thought about this and glanced back toward the man who'd sent it to her. He wasn't there anymore and she felt a little disapointed. She tried hard to ignore the urge to look for him but failed. He was making his way around the bar, a determinedness in his walk that seemed to have been there for years.

She bit her lip and spared a glance at her appearance, was he coming over to her?

 

[Demos Straxus]

OOC: If the whole name tag thing isn't part of what you meant by singled out, I can edit it.

Nate walked to a respectable distance from her and inclined his head to one side in mock puzzlement.

"You aren't perchance Angelina Jolie, are you?"

The line is delivered in a deadpan, with the slight southern drawl that is one of Nate's trademarks.

"My name tag says Brad Pitt, but you may call me anything you choose."

 

[PearlNecklace]

Abby arched an eyebrow as her mystery man stopped and asked if she was Angelina Jolie. Clearly she wasn't and she was about ready to put him in the same category as the other drunken idiots here when he continued.

"My name tag says Brad Pitt, but you may call me by any name you choose."

Abby laughed softly as she looked up at him, resting her elbows on the bar at her back and looking him over. "I never really cared much for Brad Pitt. How about you give me your name and I call you that?"

 

[Demos Straxus]

Nate chuckled at the response, and held out a hand to shake hers with.

"I am Nate."

This close Nate could smell her feminine arouma. It was intoxicating to his senses.

"Could I have your name as well?"

 

[PearlNecklace]

Abby shook her head as he looked up at him. She wasn't wearing a name badge either so he couldnt look to her chest for the answer. She still placed her hand in his and shook it firmly. She believed that a handshake revealed alot about the person you were meeting and was always careful to make hers strong and confident. She almost instantly wrote off any man whose hand was limp or whose grasp was loose.

She picked up her drink and took a sip. "Thank you for this Nate. It was nice of you to do it. Can I get you one in return?"

 

[Demos Straxus]

He enjoyed the soft firmness of her handshake. Far too many women were submissive in their handshakes. He returned it in kind.

Almost reluctantly he released her hand, and responded to the question.

"It was nothing, and I could hardly decline so generous an offer from a woman of your exquisite beauty. A rum and coke if its not too much trouble."

His mannerisms, and speech were as polished as ever.

Let all the other men think that chivalry is dead. Their loss is my gain.

His eyes were frank, gazing steadily at her with a soft reverence, as if she was a fine sculpture, he had come to admire. Her beauty seemed the rarest kind. That of natural and understated elegance. Seating himself next to her at the bar, he remained at a respectful, but personnel distance. Far enough away so as to not make her nervous, but close enough for her to notice. Most men, Nate knew, would have made the mistake of getting too close to her, but Nate could tell that the setting had her slightly on edge. Better that he should be cautious. There was time enough in the night for closeness.

"Are you going to make me guess your name?"

A slight smirk flickered across his features at the gentle teasing.

 

[PearlNecklace]

Abby glanced at the bartender, waving her hand towards Nate. The bartender gave her a nod and she gave him a polite smile back as her thanks.

She turned her body slightly towards Nate, it was the least she could do given his politeness. She also figured that it would make her less of a target for the idiots in the room. If she was honest with herself she'd admit she thought the green of his eyes was striking and that as a whole, he was a very good looking man. She smiled as she realised she'd be staring at a point somewhere in the middle of his chest.

Not making any apologies she looked to him "I'm not going to make you guess. That would be childish. I just don't feel the need to share it just yet." Smiling at him as the bartender placed his drink in front of her. "Enjoy."

She took a sip of her drink and looked back to her friends as they now paraded topless on the stage. Apparently body shots had turned into a strip tease and she rolled her eyes in disgust. Perhaps it was time for her to leave she thought but then her gaze fell back to Nate and she wondered if she'd rather stay.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Nate's smile never wavered. picking up his drink, he sipped it, considering his options. He noted her gaze moved to the stage and the women dancing topless on it. Given the look of annoyance on her face, she obviously knew them

"Friends of yours?"

 

[PearlNecklace]

"Friends is a loose term. I work with them and they talked me into coming tonight. They decided I was too stuffy..." Abby blushed as she looked at Nate and quickly stop talking.

She sipped her drink again, finishing it. "Anyway, I would never do something so humiliating in public, they look like complete idiots!"

Abby nibbled on her lip, indecision moving over her. Should she stay and talk to him. Or should she leave as she'd been wanting to for a while. She felt as if she'd been trying to decide this for the last ten minutes. Looking at Nate she sighed. "Why am I here? This is just a big meat market! I don't even want to be here and I look ridiciulous in this dress. I'm just going to leave."

 

[Demos Straxus]

Nate nodded, understanding showing plainly on his face.

"In that case, could I intrest you in some dinner? I know a nice italian place just down the street, My treat of course."

 

[PearlNecklace]

Abby wanted to go to dinner with him, she really did. But she had to make one thing clear first. "You know I won't be sleeping with you tonight, don't you Nate."

She looked directly into his eyes. "You're very charming and just as good looking but please don't think either quality mean I'll be falling into bed with you. I won't. So if you'd still like to take me to dinner, I'd love to go. Otherwise thanks for the drink."

Perhaps she was being a bitch, being too blunt. But she wanted him to know from the start how she felt. Not waiting for his reply she slid off the barstool and made her way towards the entrance. She'd being going outside if they went to the restaurant or if she was getting a cab home..

 

[Demos Straxus]

Such is life.
Nate mentally shrugged as he considered his plans for the weekend. He had time, aplenty to dedicate to this sumptuous young woman.

"Madam, I find you to be a very charming woman. Rather or not we we have sexual intercourse is a secondary concern to me. Right now I would just very much like your company at dinner. Though I must admit, I would like to know your name."

The smile was back, charming as ever. He might not get any sex out of this, but that wasn't going to stop him from giving the evening his all.

 

[PearlNecklace]

Abby stopped on her way to the door, he had followed her and made it clear that her intentions were fine.

She turned and looked at him , smiling her first genuine smile of the night. "Im Abby, Nate." She offered her hand to him again, amusement making her smile bigger.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Nate took the hand firmly, and shook it smoothly, looking into her eyes with an even gaze.

"It is very nice to make your aquaintence Abby. Your name was worth the wait. Now, would you prefer to walk to the resteraunt, or shall I get my car? It is still over at the Hotel."

He inclined his head in turn to a small corner restaraunt about two blocks away, and the embassy suites hotel which was a block in the other direction.

"Or we could find a different restaurant if you would prefer. I have no preference myself, except that we avoid my hotel's cafe. I have had little choice but to dine there these past few days, and have been sorely dissapointed each time."

 

[PearlNecklace]

Abby smiled at him, giving him a sympathetic look. "Well I can't have you leaving here thinking we serve nothing but bad food. Lets try the Italian place.. just no spaghetti, I don't really want to cover myself in sauce."

She winked at him, feeling her firmly erect barriers begin to loosen. Perhaps she could have fun with him afterall? It had been a while since she'd had a date and he seemed like a nice enough man.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Nate chuckled at the comment.

"Yes.....and nothing like limp noodles to ruin a fine evening."
Taking her arm like the gentleman he was he led her to the restaraunt, and obtained for them a table in the back. Walking with her, he was sure to pull her seat out, and ensure that she was comfortably seated, before relaxing into his own chair.

The Restaraunt was almost empty at this hour, and seemed to sparkle with an old world charm. Although small, it had an aura of comfortable warmth that seemed designed to set one at ease. The lights were set low, and there was actualy a candle burning merrily on their table. Violin music played over the restaraunt's sound system, in sharp contrast to the blaring noise they had so recently left behind.

Glancing through the wine list Nathen inclined her head and asked.

"Do you have a prefference for the wine? My preference would be the Cabernet Sauvignon, but I am more than ammenable to whatever you would prefer."