Shivering in the corner of the bar on the floor, Sydney finished off
her fourth shot of vodka. She was so enveloped within her psyche at this
point that she could just barely hear the jazz singer performing onstage.
She sounded so far off, trapped in the fog.
"In a sentimental mood. . ."
Sydney had considered herself an independent fighter, who never gave in, and never gave out. Yet all it had taken was one conversation with Sark to leave her shattered and hollow. She wasn't crying. In fact, her face showed no emotion at all. She just felt numb. And frail.
When Sark kissed her, it had taken Sydney approximately 2 seconds to realize that he had been manipulating her, playing on her hidden emotions and insecurities, in order to gain what he wanted. She had left him in the apartment reeling in pain from a kick in the groin, but unfortunately, she couldn't escape from Sark's words quite as easily.
He had placed ideas and questions in her head that had never been brought to light. Sydney relied on her self-assurance to keep her from insanity. And now, her usual iron self confidence was being eclipsed by a lurking shadow of doubt.
"Bartender, could I have another shot please?" she called, from her huddled space in the corner.
"I can see the stars come through my room. . ."
Sydney tipped her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, waiting for Vaughn to come.
"In a sentimental mood. . ."
Sydney had considered herself an independent fighter, who never gave in, and never gave out. Yet all it had taken was one conversation with Sark to leave her shattered and hollow. She wasn't crying. In fact, her face showed no emotion at all. She just felt numb. And frail.
When Sark kissed her, it had taken Sydney approximately 2 seconds to realize that he had been manipulating her, playing on her hidden emotions and insecurities, in order to gain what he wanted. She had left him in the apartment reeling in pain from a kick in the groin, but unfortunately, she couldn't escape from Sark's words quite as easily.
He had placed ideas and questions in her head that had never been brought to light. Sydney relied on her self-assurance to keep her from insanity. And now, her usual iron self confidence was being eclipsed by a lurking shadow of doubt.
"Bartender, could I have another shot please?" she called, from her huddled space in the corner.
"I can see the stars come through my room. . ."
Sydney tipped her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, waiting for Vaughn to come.