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She Doesn't Drink
Lucid Lady
Few eyes fallowed him as he made his way to the bar.
"Slow night?" Were the curt words that he posed to the older man behind the bar.
"Always at least one during a week."
The small smile that fallowed those words was replaced by a frown as he, for the first time that night, noticed the petite, thin feminine figure that occupied the first stool at the end of the bar.
"She doesn't drink."
"Huh?" His eyes returned to the place's owner.
"Her," the statement was fallowed by a gesture toward the figure that had been the object of his sight. "She doesn't drink. Ordered water."
"Fascinating." He replied dryly.
"Pretty," the older gentleman corrected. "Might want to keep an eye on her."
"I'll keep that in mind."
Even as time moved closer to the midnight hour, the brown haired figure never moved from her spot at the bar. He gave a quick glance around the room before heading towards her.
"May I?" he asked pointing to the empty stool beside her.
"You shouldn't have to ask." The voice was a pleasant one. One he knew. One he knew well enough to hear in his dreams at night.
"Having fun?"
"It's quiet."
"Movie night?" He watched her lips twitch upward into a slight smile before falling back into their previous forlorn position.
"I'm tired of hearing the word princess." The admission came out quick and exasperated.
He nodded his head in understanding. "Are the others aware of this?"
"They'll figure it out."
He had no doubt that they would. He also had no doubt that he would be seeing much more of her until they did.
"New friend?" the gravelly voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Willie, Shayla. Shayla, Willie."
"Nice to meet you, ma'am."
"You too." The lightness of her tone left no doubt in his mind that he had just made her day..