“That goes along with the legend that soulmates are linked by a red thread tied around their pinky fingers, doesn’t it?”
❝ Y-Yeah, it does.. ❞
“Have you found any other interesting legends?”
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♖Lawrence, ma’am. Lawrence Stilinski,♖
✒He turned to face her, offering out his hand.
♖Sergeant First Class.♖
✒After that he gave a tiny shake of his head, admitting an embarrassed chuckle.
♖No ma’am, just… trying to figure out where to go first.♖Summer shook his hand quickly, smiling. “Pleased to meet you, Sergeant Stilinski. I’m Summer, Summer Rainault. So … is this going to be a permanent return, or are you just on leave? Seems like you would need a place to sleep, first thing, either way.”
♖Likewise, Miss Rainault.♖
✒He smiled back, before shaking his head.
♖This time around it’s permanent. Last tour messed me up a bit too much to return to active duty. I slept more most the plane ride home, I’m just not sure if I should visit family or… well I’m a bit turned around.♖
“Did they not know you were coming home?” she asked, surprised. “Usually they would be here to meet you, wouldn’t they?”
“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?”
“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.”
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.”
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.”
[Text]: I hear the voices when I’m dreaming.
[text] that’s — not good. maybe we need to work on lucid dreaming?
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She put her hands in her pockets, standing beside him. “Stilinski,” she read off his jacket. Laughing slightly, she added, “I can’t read the rank insignia so clearly. Do you have a first name? Waiting for someone?”
♖Lawrence, ma’am. Lawrence Stilinski,♖
✒He turned to face her, offering out his hand.
♖Sergeant First Class.♖
✒After that he gave a tiny shake of his head, admitting an embarrassed chuckle.
♖No ma’am, just… trying to figure out where to go first.♖
Summer shook his hand quickly, smiling. “Pleased to meet you, Sergeant Stilinski. I’m Summer, Summer Rainault. So … is this going to be a permanent return, or are you just on leave? Seems like you would need a place to sleep, first thing, either way.”