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Esmeralda Bishop
 Posted: Jan 5 2018, 06:23 PM
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RUNNING FROM LIONS
never felt like such a mistake

It was the dead of winter outside, winter wasn't coming, winter was here, and it came with a vengeance. Esme walked the block of Orchid street, knowing exactly where she was going. She wanted to go to a lounge and have some time to herself. The lounge was right on the outskirts of Williamsburg Bridge in Brooklyn and Manhattan bridge, right in New York City. It was rare she got a night off from Eros for two days in a row, and got to actually have a full day to herself. She wanted to be the one on the other side of the bar for once, so she was going to The Skinny Bar & Lounge, and happy hour was at five, and look what time it was, 4:57PM. She wasn't trying to get plastered, she just wanted to relax a little. Esme didn't have a car, and it wasn't that she was poor but she didn't want to spend thirty-seven dollars on an uber or a lyft. So she took a bus and the F train and walked the short distance to the lounge.

Esme's hands were buried inside the insides of her coat pockets, and if they weren't already numb, she would have done it herself. She reached the lounge walking in, taking her hands out of her pockets, rubbing them together ferociously. The woman at the podium made a joke of it being cold outside and Esme just smiled, not wanting to engage in any conversation that was this close to the door. The woman must have gotten the hint because she ended up telling her that she could sit anyway. It was warm inside, but it would definitely be a little bit before she fully warmed up. She found a booth and settled herself in, taking off her coat to reveal the light colored sweater. Esme was at a steady state of comfort. For once she wasn't dressed like a slag that had anywhere to be, so it was nice to just be in some jeans and a sweater. She took the scarf from around her neck finally warming up after a few minutes.

It was busy for a Thursday afternoon, but since it was a lounge, it wasn't loud and rowdy, which is exactly what she wanted. A waitress finally came over and asked her if she wanted anything or if she needed more time...she didn't. She was hungry and knew what she wanted. "I'll just have the shrimp benedict and...a mai tai...hard.", Esme said with a smile still needing to warm up a little. She folded the menu and handed it to the waitress before she walked away. She exhaled heavily, looking around and looking towards the television that was dribbling on about some sport.

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 Posted: Jan 12 2018, 05:56 PM
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Brian had been in the neighborhood, following up on a lead that turned up nothing. He was slightly irritated, but frankly, that was life. You couldn’t control control what panned out and what didn’t; you could only follow the leads that seemed the most promising and move forward from there. He’d considered going back to the office, but Marie and Sofia had both been pushing him to get out (separately or in unison, it mattered little.) So he ducked into a small bar instead, to take a bit of time to himself and to unwind. However, he seemed a bit surprised as he crossed the threshold, looking at the rather small space the place occupied. He’d been in worse places fairly recently, so he couldn’t complain. But he couldn’t help but notice the booths were rather close to the bar. All the same, he moved to the bar, unbuttoning his pea coat and shrugging it off to place it on the stool next to him. As one of the bartenders came over to him, he smiled politely and took a seat. ”Scotch, please. Chilled glass or with stones, if you have them.”

Not every place had stones, so Brian did his best not to come off as an idiot when he ordered, but after the day he’d had, he preferred if the scotch ended up with a bit of a chill to it. Thankfully the bartender just nodded and went about pouring a drink for him in a chilled glass. As she did so, Brian took another look around, eyeing the few other customers present as well as the way it was decorated. He frowned slightly, talking to himself more than anything else. ”Really seems a bit more like Simon’s sort of place…” Then he recalled that, like himself, his friend tended to lean toward liquor that was old enough to order its own and very...shall we say unique trappings, and he shrugged. ”Or perhaps just short of it.”

The bartender came back promptly, setting the glass down in front of him. Brian produced a card and handed it to her. ”Keep it open. Thank you very much.” True, this place was a bit more trendy than his usual places, but the staff was prompt enough, and she hadn’t made any issue about his request. That had to count for something, didn’t it? He took a breath in, smelling the scotch in front of him before nodding, taking the glass in hand. Not exactly top shelf, but not bad, he supposed. ”Nothing like a decent scotch to try and sort your day out.”

He’d been half tempted to utter a small toast, out of force of habit and perhaps because he’d thought of Simon earlier, but he was drinking alone, and toast were best reserved for company. So instead, he took a drink, allowing the amber liquid to burn a trail down his throat and savoring the flavors. He tilted his head a bit as he placed a few of the mentally before setting down his glass, letting the warmth filter into his limbs. Apparently he’d needed this, or something like it. He glanced up to the television behind the bar, catching sight of a basketball game, before shrugging. Despite his height, it wasn’t really his game. He’d always been more of a rugby fellow, much to his mother’s dismay.

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 Posted: Jan 15 2018, 07:05 PM
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RUNNING FROM LIONS
never felt like such a mistake

Esme’s thumb scrolled through an article on her phone, her mind not really paying attention to what was on the screen because she wasn’t heavily involved with social media or media at all in fact. She kept her head out of politics, especially regarding mutantism because it just wasn’t her cup of tea. She stayed out trouble, stayed under the radar and since she didn’t have anything to partake in when it came to anything involving it. Sure it sucked how mutants were treated compared to humans, and in reality it was obvious who the dominant species was. Esme heard the whoosh of the door from the force of the wind of outside and a gentleman entered. She looked down then looked up quickly again noting that…he wasn’t too shabby looking. The dirty blonde hair and blue eyes was definitely an eye catcher and Esme looked at him a little longer than she probably should have. She made his way over to the bar immediately, and it was practically like she was at work, but for once she wasn’t the one taking the order. The second he opened his mouth to speak and the words spilled out she let out a heavy breath with an exasperated chuckle. Of course, why was it that everyone in her vicinity was British? It was like being home without actually stepping foot on its soil. She frowned slightly remembering why she hadn’t returned to Britain since she left when she was a little girl.

She came back to reality, Scotch, of course he was a scotch kind of man, the amber liquid was a friend of hers as well but she didn’t drink as much as she would have if she weren’t a bartender. It seemed as if she were being nosy, but she was, feeling that piece of home was always a brush of fresh air and her body itched to get up and investigate into the man more. The man eyed the location, as if it were a natural instinct to take in his surroundings before getting comfortable, which was fair. She was sure he saw her but no eye contact was made, and Esme wasn’t one of those girls that went out of her way to make a guy notice her or get their attention but this one…this one was different. He spoke with himself, which made Esme tilt her head in curiosity. She returned with his glass in record time and smiled, it was interesting to see things from this side, she barely went out so picking up on how others worked in her natural environment was fascinating to her. She played with her hands under the table still eyeing the man without being weird about it, she pretended to watch the television, which was obviously not what she was interested in. He handed over his card, leaving the tab open. Oh, big spender , Esme thought slyly. She smiled inwardly, she always wondered about what point of people’s lives did they figure out that they had enough money to just spend and not worry about the consequences of bills later on. Must be nice, she thought.

She smiled a little bigger at his words. He sounded like a food critique. She was looking down at her phone at this point now before…”I agree.”, the words fell out of her mouth faster than she could catch them. She didn’t notice she said it out loud until she heard her voice in open air. She looked up and gave a half smile to the man. Too late now, the moment had passed and she couldn’t take it back now. He’d catch her own accent with the two words she managed to spit out. He probably wouldn’t make anything of it because of course New York was a common place for anyone to be from anywhere. But what were the chances that the last two people she’d met in social encounters were also British? Esme fluffed her brown hair absentmindedly and looked back down at her phone thinking maybe the moment was over already.

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