Gantlos really wasn't one for stupid new year's resolutions, he only ever really had one. Each year is goal was to get laid at least one more time before the new year.
This year his eyes were on a certain witch.
She'd always sat or stood in front of him at the bar with her friends. Each new year's eve the trio would pretty much run the place.
She never really seemed to noticed him aside from 3 years back when she had taken him to the dance floor. She was probably drunk. He was a lot of things…but he certainly wasn't going to take her to his house in such a state.
Perhaps this year would be his lucky year.
This year would certainly be different in the light that he would try to make conversation with her as opposed to the reverse.
The woman was sitting on the near the stage, drink in hand. Her sisters had gone their separate ways. Stormy to play pool and Darcy to draw as much attention to herself as possible…each of the men fighting to get a new year's kiss from her.
Icy took a drink of whatever beverage was in her hand. She cast a glace over her shoulder. Gantlos could swear she was looking right at him.
And maybe she was.
She shot him a wink.
He slowly strode up to her. "Can I get you a drink?"
She offered him sassy sort of smile and pointed to the drink in her hand.Right! How could he be so stupid? She had a drink already. He knew that. What had possessed him to offer her a new one? "How about I buy you a more expensive drink?"
She moved her finger to the label on the glass; she had already bought herself the most expensive shit the place had to offer…and it was not cheap. Not at all.
"Mind if I sit down?" He asked.
She slid over and patted her hand on the empty space next to her.
"You don't talk much do you?"
She shook her head no and mouthed the word 'can't'.
He stared at her for a moment or two trying to figure out what the witch had meant by can't. "Someone tell you not to?"
She shook her head, no, once more. She picked up a pen and wrote on a napkin—it was a story of an accident, a bad one. One that she wasn't supposed to recover from. One where she was suppose to have been dead or paralyzed.
That would explain her absence at last year's new year party.
She cocked her head waiting for a response.
He didn't really have one to offer her. What could he say, really? "I'm sorry." "That sucks." Neither really seemed sufficient.
"I'm glad you're doing better." He settled on. "Glad that you could make it to the party this year.
She nodded affirmatively and placed her hand over his.
They remained that way for a few minutes before Icy pointed to the countdown clock.
It was running slowly out of time. Each second seemed to be passing unnaturally slowly as he stared at the witch's lips.
They were unsurprisingly cold on his own, but surprisingly gentle and graceful.
In that moment he knew that this was going to be his lucky year.