Thread: The Point of No Return (The_PG&Malicious Lullaby)

Make yourself at home. Pratt had very few inhibitions and making himself at home was certainly not one of them. He nodded his head and made his way towards the lone item of furniture that looked a bit lonely in the apartment. Much like Esther. Upon the way he noticed a row of five hooks screwed into the wall, and took the opportunity to relieve himself of the suddenly overly tight suit jacket. The tie he had previously removed was still in his back pocket, and he followed it up with removing a few more buttons down his dress shirt. Finally he removed the watch, and placed it safely within the breast pocket of his jacket. Back on his way to the love seat, an aptly named piece, ain't it? He undid the cuff links of each sleeve, and completely removed his shirt from the waistband of his shirt. Knowing it would be improper to go any further, Pratt did at least feel much more comfortable by the time he slipped into the rather comfortable chair. He gave the apartment a once over, and decided it was certainly not the worst place he had ever visited, but the rent was also far too high for a place like this. Deciding he would introduce Esther to a Realtor friend of his named Malcolm the next day. Hopefully he would remember. Can I interest you in some wine? Feel free to say no? Its five dollar red, cheap, cheap, cheap. But it does the trick. I can't be refusin ya Esther, but'n'I'll jus be stickin wit a petite tumbler den. He smiled over at her, wanting to refuse the cheap wine but deciding quickly that it would be rude. Wine was meant to be drank with food, in Pratt's mind, and even then it was not his preference. However it was obvious that Esther needed some, and needed someone to drink it with. The thought struck him that Esther probably did not do this very often. As he noticed her shoes lying on the ground, he went ahead and slipped his own off before sliding them underneath the seat. No, he was quite sure that she hardly did this at all. He had known she worked the bar and at the firm before he even knew who Abby's friend was and as busy as she had to be there could hardly be much time for this. A Saturday morning free had to be a luxury that was not easily given up for anything, let alone recovering from a night out. Pratt felt a bit of unease sliding across the small of his back as Esther made her way towards him with two glasses, and the wine in her hands. He wasn't entirely sure why, he had done this plenty of times before, and while most of the woman were unlike Esther. Most had certainly not worked two jobs. More than a few had been hardworking professionals who also did not really have the time to devote to a recovery from a night like this, let alone a man. Granted, he had never really been in it for a relationship so it mostly worked out. Still, perhaps it was the combination of everything this evening that made him a little uneasy. That feeling faded as he took the glass that was offered to him, and glanced into Esther's eyes. Seeing through his alcohol induced haze, the beginnings of the same for Esther, and the nervousness that clouded everything else in her beautiful face was hard. He only saw a glimpse of the need that was resting somewhere within the apprehensive beauty in front of him. It was enough to clear his mind of any of his own doubts, and fill it with desire. A mixture of simple lust, and the sudden empathy he felt to help ease Esther's equally sudden timidity. Reaching with his free hand, Pratt slipped it around Esther's waist just as she finished pouring her first drink. With a light tug he tripped her legs against his own, and guided her into a graceful fall. The love seat was big enough to fit two if each squished to the side, but Pratt, as was his custom, and sat directly in the middle. Esther landed softly with her butt tucked between the armrest and his leg, with both of her legs draped gracefully across his thigh and her feet off the ground. The soft gasp, and start of surprise brought a grin to Pratt's face and a chuckle crossed his lips. Leaning over he kissed her lightly on the lips, before settling back into his seat and raising his glass for a toast. Ta tricks, superb co'ordination, He motioned to her glass, which had not spilled a drop, An Mr. Drunky! He laughed loudly, enjoying the verbal self-flagellation a bit more than the red as it touched his lips. He smacked them once, and nodded a sort of confused approval, I spose tis tanks ta Mr. Drunky tat it tastes well'nough. Throwing Esther a wink, he took another sip, and shook his head. Naw, na nearly as sweet... He trailed off, his eyes twinkling in a mixture of mischievousness and enjoyment of the 'suspenseful' moment. As schweet as'n ya, missy, He leaned over for another kiss, this time letting it linger to see what sort of response there might be hidden underneath Esther's beautifully composed expression.