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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2015 22:13:57 GMT -5
Summer tried to smile politely as the gentleman beside her continued to talk her arm off. She nodded politely and even managed a giggle every once in a while, but she clearly wasn’t retaining anything that left his lips. Bringing the slender glass to her lips and settling the slender straw on top of her tongue, she continued to sip the dainty drink. She wasn’t sure what consisted of the pink cocktail, but she could remember the bartender mentioning the word ‘sparkling’ in there somewhere. Honestly, if such an adjective wasn’t in the name or the drink didn’t sound borderline erotic – she probably didn’t like it. While she had a taste for some alcoholic beverages, she was very inexperienced to the vast culture behind it. A majority of her intake relied on the suggestions of others, cocktail being no different.
It wasn’t until she felt the stranger’s hand roaming upwards on her thigh was the young reporter pulled from her thoughts. Still attempting to be polite, she brushed his wandering hand away and a blush crept onto her cheeks. However, the red on her cheeks was a nothing compared to the deep shade of crimson on that of the gentleman beside her. It was clear that he had one to many and yet his tendency to tip big was enough for the bartender to keep his tab open regardless of his BAC.
He attempted once more to snake his arm around Summer’s slender waist and she snubbed him once more, maneuvering out of his grip. It was clear by the obvious look of discomfort on the young woman’s face that he had gone too far. Even when he tried to bribe her to stay with the next round on him, there was not a chance she was going to linger around the grabby drunk any longer. He reached for her once more, catching her arm as she moved to leave. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be rude, but I am here with someone else.” He scoffed, moving after her as she started through the venue. It was clear he was not a man who was used to being told no, but Summer had had enough.
She could hear his uneven footsteps echoing behind hers, causing her to impulsively slide into the nearest open seat in an occupied booth. The man seated across from her wouldn’t even have time to prepare as she slide her hands across the table to take his. “Sorry to keep you waiting, darling.” She said loud enough for her follower to hear. This certainly had the potential to backfire, but the man seated across her was a face that she had recognized during her retreat.
Dr. Thomas Elliot had been on her show a handful of times and the two shared a playful past. Still, she considered his presence to be safer in compared to the stranger who had taken a liking to her at the bar. Lowering her voice, she could sense the presence of the man towering behind her. However, Summer’s actions had caused him to halt awkwardly and attempt to act nonchalant as he lingered. “Pretend to be my boyfriend for ten minutes?” She asked quietly, an obvious plea to her voice as she used her bright green eyes to gesture in the direction of her unwanted follower. “I’ll buy you a drink for being a good sport.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2015 23:59:49 GMT -5
After finally getting away from the numerous handshaking and questions about how the hospital is doing and his mother's recent passing Thomas was relieved to finally find a moment for himself in a booth at the far end of the club. He had grabbed him a bottle of the finest vodka and a wine glass for some odd reason. He was already tipsy from drinking before he even arrived at the event. People irk me. My mother is finally dead, let the bitch rest in peace. The hospital? Why it's doing fine, really I have no fucking clue, but yes it's fine. God, we need a new plague... Thomas then took a deep breath, closes his eyes and takes a sip of his vodka, slowly swallowing the hard liquor. Then all of sudden, someone scoots to sitting across from Dr. Elliot. Thomas senses a presence. Christ, what now? I don't know what's wrong with your chin, I'm a plastic surgeon not a miracle worker...
He then opens his eyes to the beautiful and vivacious, Summer Gleeson. He had crossed paths with Ms. Gleeson in the past and was very fond of her, from her fashion model looks to her spirited and feisty personality, she was strong and Thomas liked strong people. Thomas puts his tongue in his cheek as she grabs his hands. “Sorry to keep you waiting, darling.” Thomas somewhat confused, but too drunk to care just nods. The young reporter then begins to explain her situation. “Pretend to be my boyfriend for ten minutes?” She asked quietly, an obvious plea to her voice as she used her bright green eyes to gesture in the direction of her unwanted follower. “I’ll buy you a drink for being a good sport.”
Thomas then began to lick his lips, then caressing her face. "Gotham's own! Summer Gleeson! How about the rest of the night and maybe tomorrow?" Noticing her fruity drink, he then holds up his bottle of booze.. "Vodka? Does the body good..." He then chuckled then rubbed her forearm slowly with his fingertips. This woman is amazing, wonder if she wants to play doctor later tonight... Thomas when drunk was the arrogant touchy feely lovable drunk type, he shows a softer side when intoxicated. Look at this fucker...
Summer's pursuer finally caught up to her, with Elliott immediately before the man could say a word rose from his seat and was in close contact face to face with the guy. "Hey pal! Don't you know that 'No Means No'? Want to leave the lady alone? Just walk away..."
Thomas' piercing eyes was very intimidating even when he wasn't trying. He has those eyes that can see into your soul. I hope he flinches. Then man then just started for a moment then walked away. Dammit! Thomas smirked and took his seat once again. "Well that was fun, you okay sweetheart?" He then took a swig from the vodka bottle leaving a drip of liquor on his lip smiling at Summer.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2015 0:50:02 GMT -5
Even with the confidence and composure Summer possessed, it was hard not develop a restless bundle of nerves in the pit of her stomach when sitting the presence of Thomas Elliot. Rich, good-looking and reputable in the city, she was certainly taking a risk by asking such a big favor of one of Gotham’s golden boys. Of course, he reached toward her face and the wide-eyed helpless expression was quickly replaced with an obvious sensation of relief and flattery. She couldn’t help but smile at his comment, biting her lower lip playfully. Her gaze wavered for a moment before she flirted back with a false innocence to her voice, “After the evening I've had, that sounds pretty tempting.”
Bringing the straw to her supple lips once more, she felt much more secure about her current placement in the venue. Even though the large man still staggered nearby, he seemed to understand that there was nothing he was going to do or say that would allow him to end up with the pretty redhead. Brushing her long red curls over her shoulder, she used the action as an excuse to shoot a glance to see if he had retreated sorely back to the bar. However, there he stood, glaring daggers at the couple.
It was all she could do not to laugh, but this standoff wasn’t quite over. As Thomas offered her a sip from the bottle of pricey vodka, she examined the bottle with a bit of hesitation. “I’m not quite sure if I am a vodka person.” She informed, though the unique exterior of the bottle was appealing enough for her to take a sip. As she brought the vessel timidly to her lips, she was overall surprised by the smooth substance that slide down her throat. It caused her to gasp after she swallowed and she set the bottle back down on the table. While she assumed her night was going to turn around, it appeared her unwanted suitor was going to make one last attempt.
She noticed Dr. Elliot rise from his seat before she had noticed the man standing directly behind her. All eyes were on the trio as Thomas stood his ground. The drunken man nearly fell forward, but reluctantly surrendered after making a complete fool of himself. She smiled to herself, secretly thriving from the attention as she was rejoined at the table. “My hero,” She commented with a smirk. “I’m much better now, thank you. That tool couldn’t keep his grubby hands off of me. Ugh” She shuddered at the thought of it alone. “I owe you a drink. Your next one is on me, I insist.”
Summer eyed the contents of her bottle noticing the clear liquid was limited inside the glass. “My, my. How much of that bottle have you had to yourself, Dr.Elliot?” The young reporter teased playfully, “It looks like we are going to need a new bottle soon.” Gesturing toward one of the cocktail waitresses nearby, she intended to get another supply of alcohol for the pair of them. The woman informed the pair she would be with them in one moment and instead moved to a table where she had been hosting two well-dressed gentleman with sour looks on their faces. The event was understaffed considering the amount of people in attendance, but the wait staff was doing the best they could to meet the demanding guests.
The reporters smile wavered for a moment until it was replaced with a mischievous smirk. Looking back at the handsome man across the table, she could tell he was certainly beginning to feel the effects of the vodka swirling around his system. “I dare you to go steal the bottle from that table.” She joked with a child-like excitement at the request.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2016 23:41:21 GMT -5
"I dare you to go steal the bottle from that table." The beautiful red said with a giddy gesture. Thomas just smiled and stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth playing back with the young reporter. Dare? As in truth or dare? Ok, let's play along Tommy...
"Dare me, huh? So we playing a childhood game that children play with other children? If that makes you happy, sunshine..." Thomas said giggling, clearly from the alcohol he had been guzzling for half the night. He then rose from the booth and began to look around while somewhat tippy toeing his way to the table that held the bottle. Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant... Pink panther style... Not that Thomas was afraid he was going to get caught, but to amuse his woman of his night. Thomas now at the table goes to grab the bottle while a bartender hawks him. Who is this prick? "I need this bottle, it's a medical emergency... I'm a doctor... The man crossed his arms as Thomas grabbed the bottle and threw a twenty dollar bill at him. Was it technically cheating? Not really as the bottle was worth more than twenty bucks but, at this state Thomas couldn't tell the difference between his bills.
Thomas finally making his way back and placed the bottle on the table in front of Summer. He then slide over into the booth on Summer's side and rested his head on her shoulder. "Mission accomplished! Tommy Elliot always delivers. Now my turn! You smell great by the way..." Of course she smells great, she is the drink your bath water type of girl. Thomas then began laughing. "Okay, I got one... That waitress over there, the blonde. She looks frustrated... Go cheer... go cheer her up a bit with a kiss." Thomas paused. "With tongue!" Thomas had a school boy grin on his face. This is going to be hot...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2016 5:29:06 GMT -5
Alcohol, or better known as liquid courage – had a very influential grip on the individual consuming it. Considering the lively redhead had no tolerance for such a substance and had now taken two hearty swallows of the Doctor’s bottle not to mention consumed several drinks on her own accord at the bar, Summer was certainly feeling the effects. Needless to say, her next compilation of actions were doings that Summer Gleeson would never attempt in her dizziest daydreams. There were two things to blame; one being the influence of the clear nectar in the pretty bottle and the second being the longing to impress the ever-so-sexy Thomas Elliot.
She watched as he moved to steal the bottle, applauding him silently upon his return. As he set his head on her shoulder she had to bite her lip to hide the persistent smile. “Well thank you, so do you.” She complimented in return. She could only image what cologne he wore, but it was so enticing that she was half-tempted to swipe the bottle and spray it on her pillows. Though perhaps if she just took him home instead she wouldn’t have to resort to stealing.
Her giggles faded once he presented her then with her own dare. In fact, the look on her pretty face could be described as none other than shock. At first she opened her mouth to protest, the words nearly leaving her red lips when she decided against them. No, she was going to do this. Taking another swig from the expensive bottle, she hardly noticed the burn this time as she slid out of the booth. “Alright, but if anyone asks my name is not Summer Gleeson, tell them I’m Vicki Vale.”
Hah, hardly. That washed up, newsprint pansy wished she was Summer Gleeson.
Most would expect her to back out of the deal quickly though the redhead approached the blonde with a smile. Waving her hand to get her attention, the woman stopped and turned to Summer with a smile. The young reporter wasn’t sure how to approach such a situation. The waitress set the heavy tray down on the table beside her as Summer began to close the distance between them. The invasion of personal space was quickly initiated by the restless redhead. “I know a way that you can leave here tonight with tips that will be more than you make all week.” She attempted playfully, bringing her body to meet the blondes.
She was slightly taller than Summer, but lacked some of the reporters curves. The slender blonde opened her mouth to speak but it was much too late. Summer brought her lips to hers, her hand on the back of the waitress’s neck and quickly migrating upward to her tight curls. Half expecting to be shoved away, it seemed as though the woman quickly accepted the invitation. Her body relaxed and aligned nicely against Summers. Her own hands began to wander as their kiss only seemed to grow with intensity.
The moment was easy to get lost in. It had certainly been a while since she had surrendered to such a moment of passion. Her tongue explored the blonde’s mouth which tasted of whiskey and sweet-and-sour mix. She could easily concluded that the server was sneaking drinks on the job but that didn’t seem to hinder Summer’s cause any. The feedback from those consisting of their surroundings was audible as eyes practically locked on the pair.
With one particular holler, Summer decided it was enough and the dare had been completed. Ripping herself back to reality, she pulled away from the woman with an almost sinister smile before retreating back to the table. Unable to describe the sensation, all eyes lingered on the reporter as she moved back to her date. She felt as though she was on top of the world, her glazed and green eyes locking to the handsome doctor’s. It didn’t take her long to grab the neck of the bottle and slide back into her seat, sending her newfound friend a more than flirtatious signal before turning her attention Elliot.
Bringing the bottle toward her lips once more, she released the next dare without missing a beat. “I dare you to get on this table, and do a strip tease for me.”
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