RECAP: "See somethin' you lik'". The man only smiled in reply.
He then slowly brought his drink up to his lips and finished off the last of it before he looked to the tender and made a small gesture to refill his glass. The tender pulled out a black wine bottle and allowed the liquid to freely flow into the flute glass until it was half full before corking it and putting it away. At that moment Marie casually glanced over her shoulder to see the man at the bar toast to her before taking a small sip of his crimson wine. She abruptly turned her gaze from him and rolled her eyes at Betsy who elevated her eyebrows.
"Don't even start..." Marie muttered as Betsy's lips parted
"What?" she inquired. "You mean to tell me you aren't interested in Mr. Tall Dark and Mysterious over there? He is absolutely gorgeous...if you won't talk to him then I will bring him over here right now. "She stated as she pushed her chair back and made a motion to rise.
Marie's gloved hand shot out abruptly and grasped onto Betsy's wrist as she shook her head. "Ah'll go over there in a bit ok? Just let it marinate for uh bit ok?" Marie pleaded. Much to her surprise her blue haired friend actually reseated herself. "Oh all right but if he starts to leave I will make you go talk to him..." she said casually.
The waiter approached the table and kneeled beside them. "Good eve, Mademoiselles...what can I get you this evening?" He asked in a low sultry tone of voice. Marie glanced at the menu once more before speaking. "Ah'll have the seasoned gator and a coke. "She said lightly as she handed over her menu. Betsy hesitated for a moment before placing an order for some gumbo and an iced tea.
"I'll have it out for you quickly ladies, enjoy your evening. The drinks here are excellent so I recommend that you look at our drink menu and order one or ask the bartender to make you one...he's one of the best in town." The waiter said with a small smile and a wink as he rose from the ground and excused himself.
"He's looking at you again Marie..." Betsy said softly as she watched the man at the bar look upon Marie. "You know he probably isn't coming to talk to you because I am here so I am going to go powder my nose...." She said as she slowly rose from her seat and headed off towards the lavatory.
Marie was left in a state of shock as she watched her friend make a quick exit, abandoning her at the table, all alone to be stared at by a stranger, however she was correct. The moment Betsy entered the restroom the man at the bar slowly stood and gracefully neared her table. Marie felt her heart quicken with each footfall he made as he drew closer. She could smell the scent of his intoxicating Armani cologne which he wore lightly, (mmmmm that stuff smells great...) yet she refused to turn around. ' I'll just turn him away like the rest.' She thought rather arrogantly as she felt his hand lightly touch the back of her wooden chair. ' I refuse to allow him to get under my skin...' she mentally spat as she felt his hand glide across it as he now slowly came into her sight. All thoughts of resistance and hostility melted away as she found herself face to face with the beautiful stranger.
"Beautiful night, non?" a heavy Cajun accent asked while seating himself across from Marie. His beautiful brown eyes gazed deeply into Marie's enchanting emerald orbs as he reached out for her gloved hand and kissed her knuckle.
"Please forgive de forwardness but you are so captivatingly beautiful. 'm sho' many other men tell you dat all de time tho' "He said with a whimsical tone.
Marie felt her cheeks burn brightly as she felt his soft wet lips press against her gloved hand. His husky deep voice was like an inciting trance, which she was easily lost in.
"Please tell me your name..." The young man pleaded.
"It's Marie..." she said humbly as she shifted her gaze to the table cloth and slowly removed her hand from his. "Marvelous name..." he said with a broad and beautiful grin.
"You in town for Mardi Gras?" he inquired as he glanced over to the restroom and smirked a bit. He would half to thank her companion for excusing herself for his sake.
"Umm yeah' but Ah live in ' Sippi, so Ah've been her' plenty uh thames." She replied cooly.
The waiter returned to the table and placed Marie's coke before her and Betsy's tea beside the stranger.
"You should move here, thangs more lively here den insipid 'Sippi." He said softly as he ran his fingers through his redish brown hair.
"Ah'll thank about it." Marie replied.
The gentleman then watched her friend peak out from the bathroom hallway and slowly stood. "Well I'm goin' over to de bar to finish de drink now..." He said as he reached into his black suit pocket and pulled out a small blank business card and scribbled down a phone number before handing it to her.
"Incase you got some free time..." He said casually as he began to head back to the bar.
"Hey wait uh sec....ya never told me ya name..." Marie said with a small blush as she slipped it into her purse.
"De name is Remington Lebeau, but everyone calls me Remy."
He then reseated himself at the bar and took a small sip of wine as he made small talk with the tender. Betsy walked back to the table and grinned brightly as she sat down, waiting to hear what happened.
To Be Continued.
Just what did Remy slip into Marie's purse in the first chapter? What about Marie's wallet? Also who is this mysterious stranger Betsy meets upon the elevator? Why is everyone on edge around the hotel? All this and more in the next chapter of A Walk on the Darkside, The Wait
He then slowly brought his drink up to his lips and finished off the last of it before he looked to the tender and made a small gesture to refill his glass. The tender pulled out a black wine bottle and allowed the liquid to freely flow into the flute glass until it was half full before corking it and putting it away. At that moment Marie casually glanced over her shoulder to see the man at the bar toast to her before taking a small sip of his crimson wine. She abruptly turned her gaze from him and rolled her eyes at Betsy who elevated her eyebrows.
"Don't even start..." Marie muttered as Betsy's lips parted
"What?" she inquired. "You mean to tell me you aren't interested in Mr. Tall Dark and Mysterious over there? He is absolutely gorgeous...if you won't talk to him then I will bring him over here right now. "She stated as she pushed her chair back and made a motion to rise.
Marie's gloved hand shot out abruptly and grasped onto Betsy's wrist as she shook her head. "Ah'll go over there in a bit ok? Just let it marinate for uh bit ok?" Marie pleaded. Much to her surprise her blue haired friend actually reseated herself. "Oh all right but if he starts to leave I will make you go talk to him..." she said casually.
The waiter approached the table and kneeled beside them. "Good eve, Mademoiselles...what can I get you this evening?" He asked in a low sultry tone of voice. Marie glanced at the menu once more before speaking. "Ah'll have the seasoned gator and a coke. "She said lightly as she handed over her menu. Betsy hesitated for a moment before placing an order for some gumbo and an iced tea.
"I'll have it out for you quickly ladies, enjoy your evening. The drinks here are excellent so I recommend that you look at our drink menu and order one or ask the bartender to make you one...he's one of the best in town." The waiter said with a small smile and a wink as he rose from the ground and excused himself.
"He's looking at you again Marie..." Betsy said softly as she watched the man at the bar look upon Marie. "You know he probably isn't coming to talk to you because I am here so I am going to go powder my nose...." She said as she slowly rose from her seat and headed off towards the lavatory.
Marie was left in a state of shock as she watched her friend make a quick exit, abandoning her at the table, all alone to be stared at by a stranger, however she was correct. The moment Betsy entered the restroom the man at the bar slowly stood and gracefully neared her table. Marie felt her heart quicken with each footfall he made as he drew closer. She could smell the scent of his intoxicating Armani cologne which he wore lightly, (mmmmm that stuff smells great...) yet she refused to turn around. ' I'll just turn him away like the rest.' She thought rather arrogantly as she felt his hand lightly touch the back of her wooden chair. ' I refuse to allow him to get under my skin...' she mentally spat as she felt his hand glide across it as he now slowly came into her sight. All thoughts of resistance and hostility melted away as she found herself face to face with the beautiful stranger.
"Beautiful night, non?" a heavy Cajun accent asked while seating himself across from Marie. His beautiful brown eyes gazed deeply into Marie's enchanting emerald orbs as he reached out for her gloved hand and kissed her knuckle.
"Please forgive de forwardness but you are so captivatingly beautiful. 'm sho' many other men tell you dat all de time tho' "He said with a whimsical tone.
Marie felt her cheeks burn brightly as she felt his soft wet lips press against her gloved hand. His husky deep voice was like an inciting trance, which she was easily lost in.
"Please tell me your name..." The young man pleaded.
"It's Marie..." she said humbly as she shifted her gaze to the table cloth and slowly removed her hand from his. "Marvelous name..." he said with a broad and beautiful grin.
"You in town for Mardi Gras?" he inquired as he glanced over to the restroom and smirked a bit. He would half to thank her companion for excusing herself for his sake.
"Umm yeah' but Ah live in ' Sippi, so Ah've been her' plenty uh thames." She replied cooly.
The waiter returned to the table and placed Marie's coke before her and Betsy's tea beside the stranger.
"You should move here, thangs more lively here den insipid 'Sippi." He said softly as he ran his fingers through his redish brown hair.
"Ah'll thank about it." Marie replied.
The gentleman then watched her friend peak out from the bathroom hallway and slowly stood. "Well I'm goin' over to de bar to finish de drink now..." He said as he reached into his black suit pocket and pulled out a small blank business card and scribbled down a phone number before handing it to her.
"Incase you got some free time..." He said casually as he began to head back to the bar.
"Hey wait uh sec....ya never told me ya name..." Marie said with a small blush as she slipped it into her purse.
"De name is Remington Lebeau, but everyone calls me Remy."
He then reseated himself at the bar and took a small sip of wine as he made small talk with the tender. Betsy walked back to the table and grinned brightly as she sat down, waiting to hear what happened.
To Be Continued.
Just what did Remy slip into Marie's purse in the first chapter? What about Marie's wallet? Also who is this mysterious stranger Betsy meets upon the elevator? Why is everyone on edge around the hotel? All this and more in the next chapter of A Walk on the Darkside, The Wait