Cuz if you don't care, we don't care

[Sebastian]

Roman Mordvinov

Roman leaned back and relaxed. Out with proya and all was right with the world. The nice buzz that had surround his brain cushioned him in warmth. Cutie took proya's order- Roman approved. None of this soft shit. If you're gonna drink, do something that lets you know you're drinking. Seriously- but the pickles were new. Hadn't heard that one. Well, he had but the pickles went somewhere else. And there was running involved. He laughed at the memory. A good laugh in his chest. That guy hadn't enjoyed the taste of his pickle at all. Shoulda held it tighter.

Anyway, so he's sitting there and the waitress comes back. At the same moment so does a hottie for the table the Kolomov douches were sitting at. Ain't life grand? Sometimes the heavens part and give you everything you ever wanted. Girl was cute and all. A little too small for his taste. Looked like a model, cept he liked a little more ass.

The waitress, though, sat down with them. He was game. She smiled at him. Did he know her? Shit! Maybe. He couldn't remember. Ok. Better act like he did. "Broke my heart when you left. But I knew you couldn't stay away."
He looked at Proya. "I'm game."
He turned to the girl next to him. So cute. She had her bottom lip in her mouth and was watching him through her rectangular glasses, playful smile on her face. So retro. Most people didn't do glasses these days.

Why was the librarian nerd thing so hot? Outfit made no sense. Black teddy and the glasses and hair in a simple ponytail. But together....fuck yeah. Proya and Kolo's girl did their thing. He winked at her and smiled as he hoisted his drink. "Bottom's up!"
Yeah. Maybe tonight. Hopefully. Hired guns were still women, at the end of the day. Just because they were paid to be interested didn't mean he couldn't actually interest her.

And she had such pretty eyes. Really pretty, especially the way she studied him through her glasses. And he liked her smile. Sweet. And the vodka hit his head like a ton of bricks, dilating his pupils and all together with the earlier candy he'd taken, he was off in never never land.

And it was like proya didn't exist. Or that he didn't care. He was here alone with her in the booth. He smiled at her, letting his guard down. No need for puffing out his chest. He'd just do him.

"Tell me your name. The real one."
She studied him with that smile.

"Holly."


He frowned at her, mocking hurt. "Shut up. That is not your name. You might as well say Chandalier or Serenity. Or Finesse."


She laughed- he liked the way her eyes crinkled at him, the way her front two teeth were a little too big. Laughing and shoving him, "It's true! That's my name!"


So, he was good. He hadn't known her. Didn't want to do that here. Not know. He smiled. "Huh. Ok then. I like it. Not common here. Not a lot of Hollys."
And he just watched her. There was a sweetness about her. He had no clue what proya was doing. He supposed he shouid know that.

He turned and saw him with that girl....oh shit! Here it was. Damn! He forgot what they were doing. The Kolo guys were heading this way. Looked like they didn't like that their girl was here. He turned to Holly. "Sorry."


He stood up and smiled at them the most irritating smirk he knew. All about the presentation. "What's up guys? You lost?"
He didn't look at proya. Dude should be getting up though. Four guys. The rush in his limbs told him that he was ready to let go. He clenched his fist, imagining the feel of hitting baldy up front right in his jaw. Would hurt like a mother-fucker, of course. But damn it'd feel good too.

Maybe he'd get Holly to rub some ointment on it or something. Maybe.


Edited by Sebastian, Sep 10 2016, 10:40 PM.