She saw him from across the room, and he had her intrigued from the get go. He sat gazing around the room as if he owned it. He oozed a haughty confidence that she rarely saw elsewhere. She tried to catch his eye, but he looked right through her. A toss of her blond hair, a twirl of her straw, those simple things that usually had men at her feet left him unfazed. Swigging down the last of her gin, she headed to the dance floor, tugging on the nearest tie. He still didn't see her. She knew if he looked in her direction and actually paid attention, he could see her gyrating hips and swirling hair. But the glances in his direction out of the corner of her eye showed she wasn't any closer to getting his attention. She sighed, crossing her arms and cocking her hips, gazing in his direction for a split second before making another decision. She headed to the karaoke machine, ignoring the line and the protests of the few who dared to speak up against her. There were still a few who were unaware that this bar may as well be hers. She whispered in the dj's ear and grabbed the mike, flashing a smirk. Ke$ha began to pound through the speakers, and to Sebastia's delight the dark haired mystery man glanced up at her. Their eyes met for a moment, green meeting brown, before she began her performance.
"What do I do with a boy like you, li-like you, what do I do with you?"
She risked glances his way every so often. Sometimes he was watching, sometimes his attention had drifted off in another direction, but at least now he had seen her.
"You're so, you're so beautiful and dangerous. Hot and cold, don't you see the light, boy? I could blow your mind, boy, let me be your new toy."
A glance or two more was enough to get across the fact that her performance was aimed at him. She saw him raise an amused eyebrow and flash her a smirk. Her reply was a twist and a swish of her hips.
"I do what and I get what I want when I want it w-want it w-want it."
He was paying attention now. She let her focus dance elsewhere, teasing with nonchalance. As she wrapped up the last few notes, she tipped in a little bow and handed back the mike. She sauntered down the stairs, tossing kisses in the directions of the loudest cheers. She paused when she felt a little hand on her elbow. She turned to meet brown eyes and a playful smile matched with an equally playful Irish accent.
"Was that all for me," he questioned softly, a roguish edge in his voice.
She gently slipped her elbow from his grip, taking a few playful steps backwards, eyes dragging up and down his figure. He was sharply dressed, and he stood with authority. "Maybe it was."
"Why?" It was a simple question, level, without any ulterior motive. Just curiosity.
She stepped toe to toe with him again, slipping her fingers around his tie. "Because, unlike the rest of the idiots in this bar, you're interesting. There is something different about you, something I can't quite put my finger on. "
He raised an eyebrow at her, eyes trailing down her neck, fingers dipping inside her shirt to lift the chain that held her dog tags. "Army?"
"Sniper."
"Good?"
"The best."
His smile grew. "And what's a good little soldier doing in a seedy bar like this?"
She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I run this bar."
Even though she couldn't see his grin, she could practically feel it as he slipped his fingers around and through hers, pulling her through the crowd. As they exited into the cool London air, he turned to her. "I need someone to help me out. To have my back. Interested in the next war?" His hand slid around her waist, tugging her close, nose brushing hers. She could feel his smile lightly against her lips and she mirrored it.
"Oh yes."