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Arthur sat at the bar, perching himself on one of the stools. Eloise sat next to him. Her short, tight black dress showing off an enviable cleavage and seemingly endless legs.
The Point Man swallowed. She was a little too obvious for his taste. His mind began to wander. Ariadne wouldn't dress like that, he was positive. She always kept herself fully covered up, from her neck scarf to her long sleeved t-shirts. He reached for his glass of scotch, aware that Eloise was talking to him, and he was ignoring her.
"Am I boring you?" her tone was slightly sharp.
"What?" He blinked.
"Am I boring you? I was telling you a story."
He shook his head. "No, not at all." He forced himself to smile. She looked at him, and picked up her vodka and tonic.
As she sipped the crystal clear liquid, Arthur quickly looked around the bar. No sign of either Eames or Ariadne. He picked up his scotch again, only to find his hand trembled as Eloise leaned over and put her hand on his thigh.
"Shall we go somewhere more...private?"
Her tone was suggestive, causing Arthur to blush. He took another sip, and raised an eyebrow.
"What did you have in mind?" his tone was almost offhand, causing her eyes to narrow.
"Something like this..." before he could stop her, she'd put her hands on both sides of his head and drawn him into a slow, deep kiss. Arthur could feel his pulse accelerating.
"Well, hello Artie."
They broke apart. Arthur swallowed, and turned to find Eames standing there, smirking. Ariadne was next to him, slightly surprised looking.
"I hope we're not interrupting," the Forger said, smoothly, "but can we join you?"
"Of course," Eloise replied smoothly. She turned and put her hand directly on Arthur's. "There's a table over there."
Silently, Arthur slid off the stool and followed the others to a table surrounded by sofas. The mood of the bar was subdued, assisted by both the lighting and the soft, ambient tones of jazz playing in the background. Arthur settled into a seat, Eloise practically draping herself over him.
"So...how long have you two known each other?" Ariadne's voice was a shock to the Point Man. He blinked.
"Oh, about five minutes," Elosie said, smiling at Arthur. Ariadne's face paled slightly. Arthur looked at her, then noticed with a pang she turned her head away.
"Excuse me" the Architect muttered, standing up. She walked past them, to the ladies' room.
Eloise watched her go. "Where did you find her?" she turned to Eames.
The Forger chuckled. "Wouldn't you like to know."
"I would," she said, insistently. "I didn't know short and plain was your type."
Eames chuckled again. "Trust me," he said, taking Eloise's hand, "its only for show. Isn't that right, Arthur?"
Arthur looked at him. "If you say so."
"It is." Eames smiled. "Glamorous and exotic is more my type." He kissed Eloise's hand.
Arthur stood. "I'll leave you to it."
"Arthur..."
"No," the Point Man said, "I'll leave you to it, Eames."
He turned and walked out, the insult to Ariadne still ringing in his ears.
