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nottobecrossed:

iamthefirechild:

Summer smirked slightly, one corner of her lip curling. “I’m looking for someone to put me to sleep. Wear me out, exhaust me, take me out of myself and not let me back. Interested?”

Sydney made a contemplative face, then nodded. “Yeah. I could do that.” She was good at a lot of things. But sex was what she was best at.

She had noticed Sydney’s reaction to the licking, and deliberately licked at her drink again, cat-like, before putting a straw in it. “There are rooms here. If you want. And equipment for rent.”

nottobecrossed:

iamthefirechild:

“Told you, I have to start somewhere. I could ask your sign, but I think I’ll save that for later.” She delicately licked the spillover from the fresh glass the bartender put down in front of her. “What brings you here tonight?”

Sydney smirked as she watched Summer’s pink tongue peek out to lick her spilled drink away. “Came for a drink.” The double entendre made her giggle quietly to herself. “And you? What brings you out into the cold dark night?”

Summer smirked slightly, one corner of her lip curling. “I’m looking for someone to put me to sleep. Wear me out, exhaust me, take me out of myself and not let me back. Interested?”

nottobecrossed:

iamthefirechild:

Summer smiled slowly. “Come here often, then? Sydney?”

Sydney snorted. “Really? We’re going with that? Next you’ll ask me for my sign.” She laughed a little, pulling her hair behind her ear, before sipping her drink again. “No not, to quell your curiosity, I don’t.”

“Told you, I have to start somewhere. I could ask your sign, but I think I’ll save that for later.” She delicately licked the spillover from the fresh glass the bartender put down in front of her. “What brings you here tonight?”

nottobecrossed:

iamthefirechild:

“Quaint,” Summer snorted. “There’s a word I haven’t heard anyone use in a long time. I’m not sure if I should be insulted or not. I was interested.” No shields, no inhibitions, just curiosity driving her actions. “In maybe more than just your name.”

Sydney chuckled. “I prefer the term old fashioned.” Being 163 left her with a lot of things that people hadn’t heard from in a while.

She sipped her drink again, blatantly eye balling the other from head to toe. “Alrighty then.” The other saw cute, hot enough to entertain for the evening. She was game.

Summer smiled slowly. “Come here often, then? Sydney?”

nottobecrossed:

iamthefirechild:

“I thought I’d start with the drink. Isn’t that the way it usually goes?” She folded her arms on the bar, propping her chin on her hands. “I’m Summer.”

“How quaint!” Sydney chimed, picking up her martini when it was sat in front of her. “I’m Sydney,” she replied after the first sip. “In case you were interested.”

“Quaint,” Summer snorted. “There’s a word I haven’t heard anyone use in a long time. I’m not sure if I should be insulted or not. I was interested.” No shields, no inhibitions, just curiosity driving her actions. “In maybe more than just your name.”

nottobecrossed:

iamthefirechild:

Summer shifted a little sideways on her stool, to get her elbows out of the newcomer’s way. She had already drunk too much to have much in the way of shields, and there was a distinct edge to the blonde woman’s mind that she couldn’t identify. Impulsively, she signalled to the bartender that she would pay for the other woman’s drink.

Noticing the small gestured exchange between the redhead and the bartender over her drink as she reapplied her lipstick, Sydney calmly placed her cosmetics back in her clutch and sat it aside. “So, are you going to tell me your name? Or just buy me the drink?”

“I thought I’d start with the drink. Isn’t that the way it usually goes?” She folded her arms on the bar, propping her chin on her hands. “I’m Summer.”

nottobecrossed:

iamthefirechild:

Summer slouched over the bar, turning her cup in one hand. It was mostly empty (the cup, not the bar), and looked like it hadn’t been refilled in some time. She lifted a hand to ward off the bartender who came over to offer a refill, in fact, and blew out a breath.

Given the effect it had on her abilities, drinking wasn’t much of a solace. But she wanted, very badly, to be so drunk she couldn’t stand, if it would stop her thinking. If it would stop the way her mind spun and twisted every time she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She hadn’t rested, slept, in two days, and the strain told in the way her shoulders hunched up around her ears when someone else took the seat beside her.

“Hey.”

Sydney walked into the bar, not an unusual occurrence, to get a drink and then a drink, again not unusual. Drinking wasn’t something that had an effect on her, with her vampiric ability and continuing alcoholism it would take almost the whole top shelf to get her on her ass, but she liked it.

Sitting at the bar, she noticed an almost pixie of a red head with long hair by her side. “Hello,” she replied, setting her clutch down. “I’ll take a Martini. Filthy.”

Summer shifted a little sideways on her stool, to get her elbows out of the newcomer’s way. She had already drunk too much to have much in the way of shields, and there was a distinct edge to the blonde woman’s mind that she couldn’t identify. Impulsively, she signalled to the bartender that she would pay for the other woman’s drink.

Summer slouched over the bar, turning her cup in one hand. It was mostly empty (the cup, not the bar), and looked like it hadn’t been refilled in some time. She lifted a hand to ward off the bartender who came over to offer a refill, in fact, and blew out a breath.

Given the effect it had on her abilities, drinking wasn’t much of a solace. But she wanted, very badly, to be so drunk she couldn’t stand, if it would stop her thinking. If it would stop the way her mind spun and twisted every time she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She hadn’t rested, slept, in two days, and the strain told in the way her shoulders hunched up around her ears when someone else took the seat beside her.

“Hey.”