Thread: A Different Turn to Make (Alvis and Malice)

There was a dig she could give to him, that he probably just wanted to be involved in some way, either to spend time with her or just be around very beautiful women, which the three of them were, but Abby refrained. He seemed sincere in lending an opinion and it could also help to make sure Mallory didnt dig her claws into Esther and turn her all from drab into totally slutty. That would be wonderful Jaime. Wed be delighted to have an impersonal male perspective there to help coach Esther along. No doubt, shed a few seconds away from shitting bricks about going to a party. Because if they were going, Chad was definitely going. She didnt see how that wouldnt connect. Mallory snorted. I think her chances of shitting bricks are subdued if Chad is there to calm her down. Oh what flowery words boys could say to make any girl, even Esther fall prey to their whims and hidden agendas. But Mallory kept that information to herself. After all, with no offense toward Esther, if their former fat friend didnt think Chad would try to pull any moves on her quickly, she was seriously mistaken. They were in high school surrounded by hormone infested testosterone filled boys that wanted nothing more than to bury their prick into a tight and welcoming hole. If they couldnt get that, they werent going to stick around and Chad wasnt any different. --- Her driver took her back toward the Irish pub by the docks. It wasnt far, more like a hop, skip and a jump but in her car, at least she was protected with tons of steel and automotive parts for a time being before Gideon really sunk his claws into her. She knew it was to be expected but if her years as one of Gideons bitches taught her anything, it was acquiring a thick skin. And a thick skin she had perfected that not even Harrison Trenton could break, but perhaps put a small little barely noticed chink in. Stepping out of the car, she shut the door and her driver went off to park, but hed stay there in standby. She walked into pub and only then did she finally remove her sunglasses, revealing haunting green eyes that looked like they could see the secrets of a soul, so feline it was almost unreal. Her features were chiseled and perfect, like she was a masterly sculpted porcelain doll, fragile but able to withstand the test of time. High definition of cheek bones gave her this look like she had stepped off the pages of Vogue but she was hardly a model though she did have that not eating thing down to a T. The pub itself was like any other kind. Dimly lit, a couple of expensive looking pool tables in the corner where rea high stakes were gambled in a game of losing or winning and a full stock of any kind of liquor and beeralelager that a proud Irishman would find himself to drink. Suffice to say, this place didnt stock Bud Light, Corona, Budweiser or any of the other cheap beers that didnt even deserve the name. Only premium quality crafts of the truest kind. It was hardly a front. It wouldnt surprise her if this had been Gideons ultimate dreamhaving his own Irish pub. Heidi. Just after she got to the bar, she heard her name and slowly turned. Her eyes like expensive emeralds set upon the strapping bartender and he just looked at her with a cross of sympathy and interestthere was an ongoing pool of when her armor would break. Would today be the day? Shed never give the greasy pigs the satisfaction. Strohm. How bout a rye? You look like you need one. You might be right. She turned back to the bar and set her purse on top of it. For once. He splashed some rye into a small glass and slid it her way. She didnt nurse it. No, she downed it. It was a vile drink but perhaps the harshness of the offending drink would give her some courage. Not that she really needed it but any extra could help. Especially since everyone was waiting for the day for her to break. She was a lot stronger than she looked. She might look gentle and delicate but she was the epitome of looks being deceiving. Is he in? Aye. And hes waitin fer ya. Strohm spoke as he washed some glasses. Wipe that smirk off your face. Its not happening today. She hissed. A man can only wish, lassie. He smiled a broad grin, some of his teeth yellowed and crooked. It only made her grimace before grabbing her purse and heading to the back toward Gideons office. --- He was really so perfect. Esther could only smile. Well she only smiled but she did also lean in and press a soft brush of a kiss to his lips. Thanks Chad. She brought her hand up to trace her fingers along his cheek. I think I struck gold with you. She said softly. She did truly believe that. Here she thought that with her luck with guys, shed find some terrible guy who would only tell her the things she wanted to hear and dump her when she didnt put out. But Chad was different. Obviously, because if he was only in this for sex, then she must be a hell of a conquest because no guy would spend an entire summer courting her and getting to know her if she was only worth a romp in the sack, virgin or not. Thats how she knew he was perfect.