(Cait slid onto the bar stool next to Phil's and signaled to the bartender. "Something. I don't care. Whatever he's drinking. Not so many olives, though." The bartender nodded and left.
Phil looked up. "Hey, Cait."
"Hey, Phil." The bartender returned with a martini, and Cait took a sizable gulp before continuing. "Damnit. Ally stood me up."
"Ally Jarvis?" Phil asked.
"Yeah, the one with the huge . . . smile." Cait smirked.
"Isn't she a little young for you?"
"No more than One is for Chris," she retorted. "Well, okay, maybe a little younger than that. But she's old enough. Trust me."
Phil rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to think about it too hard."
"What are you doing here alone?" she asked. "We're on Risa, aren't we?"
"Got stood up, too," he said, but didn't go into the details.
Cait laughed anyway. "Hell of a pair, aren't we?"
Phil quirked a half-smile.
"And it's just made worse by the fact that Chris and One finally got their shit together and are off humping like bunnies."
"I really don't want to think about that, either, Cait." He held up a finger, and the bartender brought him another martini, full of olives. He fished one out and popped it in his mouth.
"There's tons of pretty, unattached people here," she said, half to herself. "I'm sure both of us could find someone if we tried. But God, that's too much work. I was supposed to have a sure thing. A sure thing, Phil."
He shrugged again.
She finished the rest of her martini in a single swallow and turned to him, swiveling the bar stool. Suddenly her demeanor changed, from sulky and frustrated to--interested. Speculative. "Huh," she said. "You got stood up, I got stood up. Hey, Phil, you wanna?"
He turned to her, slowly. "What makes you think I like redheads?" he asked, but she saw the grin lurking around the edges of his face.
She leaned forward and kissed him, tasting of vodka and olives and salt. "Everybody likes redheads. C'mon, let's go. I bet my bed is bigger than yours."
"We'll just have to find out," he said, but stood and followed her out of the bar.)
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Date: 2010-10-10 05:31 pm (UTC)(Cait slid onto the bar stool next to Phil's and signaled to the bartender. "Something. I don't care. Whatever he's drinking. Not so many olives, though." The bartender nodded and left.
Phil looked up. "Hey, Cait."
"Hey, Phil." The bartender returned with a martini, and Cait took a sizable gulp before continuing. "Damnit. Ally stood me up."
"Ally Jarvis?" Phil asked.
"Yeah, the one with the huge . . . smile." Cait smirked.
"Isn't she a little young for you?"
"No more than One is for Chris," she retorted. "Well, okay, maybe a little younger than that. But she's old enough. Trust me."
Phil rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to think about it too hard."
"What are you doing here alone?" she asked. "We're on Risa, aren't we?"
"Got stood up, too," he said, but didn't go into the details.
Cait laughed anyway. "Hell of a pair, aren't we?"
Phil quirked a half-smile.
"And it's just made worse by the fact that Chris and One finally got their shit together and are off humping like bunnies."
"I really don't want to think about that, either, Cait." He held up a finger, and the bartender brought him another martini, full of olives. He fished one out and popped it in his mouth.
"There's tons of pretty, unattached people here," she said, half to herself. "I'm sure both of us could find someone if we tried. But God, that's too much work. I was supposed to have a sure thing. A sure thing, Phil."
He shrugged again.
She finished the rest of her martini in a single swallow and turned to him, swiveling the bar stool. Suddenly her demeanor changed, from sulky and frustrated to--interested. Speculative. "Huh," she said. "You got stood up, I got stood up. Hey, Phil, you wanna?"
He turned to her, slowly. "What makes you think I like redheads?" he asked, but she saw the grin lurking around the edges of his face.
She leaned forward and kissed him, tasting of vodka and olives and salt. "Everybody likes redheads. C'mon, let's go. I bet my bed is bigger than yours."
"We'll just have to find out," he said, but stood and followed her out of the bar.)