My eyesight blurred slightly from the alcoholic haze. While I was happy for the minute buzz, it did nothing to take the edge off. Out of the corner of my right eye, I could see a tall perky redhead (dyed) talking to her friend.
I didn't have to guess twice by the (what she thought were) sly glances in my direction that she was indeed checking me out.
Had I seen this girl a week and a half ago, she would have been entertainment and dinner. But now, after capturing my Princess, this waste of brain cells was just dinner.
As I stood from the bar stool I occupied, I waved the girl over. Inwardly, I cringed at the way the girl perked up with a grin. I could literally hear the wind whistle between her ears.
I wrapped my arm around the girl's shoulder. I heard her mumble her name (I couldn't remember it even if it was beaten out of me), so I quickly gave her mine. Her vapid talking continued to droll on and on for the next three blocks.
For fuck's sake, she talked more than Caroline. My free hand clenched into a fist as her voice pierced my eardrum. As her pestilent expatiate continued, I stopped moving and gripped her shoulder tightly to keep her from moving any farther.
She turned to me with a gaze mixed with annoyance and confusion. "What is it?" She asked.
I stood in front of her, cupping her cheeks gently; stroking them with my thumbs. I gave her a synthetically warm smile. "Sweetheart?" She answered with a nod and a shy smile of her own.
I dropped the smile as my blue eyes grew cold. "Stop. Talking." Crack. I stared pitifully at the now lolling head between my hands. I let the girl fall carelessly to the ground before walking away. Talkative bitch.
For those that are not familiar with the role playing fandoms on Twitter: this was a solo I did on my Damon account.