01-07-2019, 05:33 PM
Around them, the music started. Pan was a distant figure in the heart of a packed bar.
“I take care of my charges,” Sara said with a grin, raising her voice to be heard over the band. She patted Nox on the arm.
Ivan and Nox seemed quite satisfied with this compromise. Abruptly, she touched Ivan on the sleeve and nodded toward the table on the far right. “There’s a space open, if you have money in your pocket.” She saw Ivan shouldering his way through the press.
Sara licked her lips with the tip of her tongue as she thought. She looked thoughtfully at the seemingly untouched drink in Nox’s hand. She walked over to him, took back the bottle from his hand, and took a sip.
“This beer,” said Sara, holding up the glass bottle and squinting at it. “It’s not bad."
A smile crossed her face as she gave the beer back to Nox.
She liked Nox already. Sharp to the point of brittle, fast-eyed, confident. A looker too, if you liked neatly pretty boys. His features were elegantly symmetrical. A little beyond a working woman like herself, of course.
“Nice moves! everybody's watching,” she breathed, arms around Nox’s cheek and neck as they waltzed. She raised a hand and gently touched Nox’s face.
“Tell me about you. Besides being sex on legs. Real catnip for us women. Now I know why Ivan asked me to keep an eye on you.”
Sara