10-29-2023, 11:07 PM
Alistair had listened to Kristian's words come out of his mouth, but the words had suddenly trailed off like Kristian was dunked underwater and left with only a deep ocean bellow sounds instead of words. The atmosphere had suddenly changed as a woman had caught the corner of Alistair's eye.
Her red dress was like a bullfighter, waving a red cloth before a bull, negging him to charge. Alistair quickly had scanned her body, starting with her full lips, the nape of her long neck, down to legs that seemed to never end. But what had grabbed his attention most was her soft green eyes. They had seemed to be filled with something. She was filled with secrets, mystery, and looking for something she didn't even know she might want. When Alistair was in America, the only women he saw like this were models or more adult films he sometimes might sometimes had enjoyed. America was bankrupt of his level of beauty and intrigue.
Alistair had needed to act quickly to learn more about this mysterious figure. He had turned back to Kristian, giving him an apologetic yet mischievous grin, having pointed a tilted glass after a quick chug and rattle of ice from his Manhattan.
"Kristian, was it? I must admit, your tales and the air of mystery have been a high point of my evening," Alistair's eyes had been twinkling with the thrill of the chase that suddenly had presented itself. "Yet, it appears that a... different kind of mystery has just made its way through this very room, and I find myself inexplicably drawn to solving it."
Alistair had gestured subtly with his head towards the direction the woman in red had gone. "You see, a woman like that carries with her secrets that I find need to unravel." He had joked lightly.
Alistair had paused, searching Kristian's face for any sign of offense or pain. He had hoped to give him a little manly power move, that would only draw Kristian to want to know more about Alistair, thus imprinted him on his brain.
He had started to stand slowly, and had kept eye contact with Kristian. "I assure you, our brief conversation was rather enlightening. Something you said will stick with me, and we might even cross paths again. If you ever want to chat, here is my number and here is my club where I fight. I'm looking for some good friends around here or at least maybe someone who can show me around."
Note:
Club: Red
Instructions: Ask for Jade - she'll help you find me
Alistair gave a final nod of respect and had turned from the table; his attention had been shifted entirely to the trail of the woman in red and what secrets she held close to her very ample chest.
[Just wrapping this thread up. Thank you for sticking with me!]
Her red dress was like a bullfighter, waving a red cloth before a bull, negging him to charge. Alistair quickly had scanned her body, starting with her full lips, the nape of her long neck, down to legs that seemed to never end. But what had grabbed his attention most was her soft green eyes. They had seemed to be filled with something. She was filled with secrets, mystery, and looking for something she didn't even know she might want. When Alistair was in America, the only women he saw like this were models or more adult films he sometimes might sometimes had enjoyed. America was bankrupt of his level of beauty and intrigue.
Alistair had needed to act quickly to learn more about this mysterious figure. He had turned back to Kristian, giving him an apologetic yet mischievous grin, having pointed a tilted glass after a quick chug and rattle of ice from his Manhattan.
"Kristian, was it? I must admit, your tales and the air of mystery have been a high point of my evening," Alistair's eyes had been twinkling with the thrill of the chase that suddenly had presented itself. "Yet, it appears that a... different kind of mystery has just made its way through this very room, and I find myself inexplicably drawn to solving it."
Alistair had gestured subtly with his head towards the direction the woman in red had gone. "You see, a woman like that carries with her secrets that I find need to unravel." He had joked lightly.
Alistair had paused, searching Kristian's face for any sign of offense or pain. He had hoped to give him a little manly power move, that would only draw Kristian to want to know more about Alistair, thus imprinted him on his brain.
He had started to stand slowly, and had kept eye contact with Kristian. "I assure you, our brief conversation was rather enlightening. Something you said will stick with me, and we might even cross paths again. If you ever want to chat, here is my number and here is my club where I fight. I'm looking for some good friends around here or at least maybe someone who can show me around."
Note:
Club: Red
Instructions: Ask for Jade - she'll help you find me
Alistair gave a final nod of respect and had turned from the table; his attention had been shifted entirely to the trail of the woman in red and what secrets she held close to her very ample chest.
[Just wrapping this thread up. Thank you for sticking with me!]