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

Ye mistaken me meaning fer callin young lass, Pratt had finally had enough time to process all of Esther once she sat next to him. Her soft features and the nice lack of an air about her complimented him well, he thought. But he just had enough time to figure out she thought he was calling Georgie to drive them. That'd be hoot, but often Pratt preferred to keep his relationship with driver and bodyguard a bit more professional and not force the man to endure his eccentricities when it came to the ladies. Don't fret now, I did manage ta thinkit out a'fore ya went ahead. Call Georgie, an tell'm my car'll be'ere at the Spot, tis whatcha call dis place yea? An tell'm I'll be at yer place. An don'tcha orry bout'im gettin a case o the nerves on dat account. He'll know it'd be right proper. Seeing the confusion on Esther's face he leaned over to brush his hand along her jaw, give her a quick peck, and snatch his card back. Better tinkin, I'll be makin the call, ee'can understand my slobberin well'nough, ha! Pratt stood without too much of a wobble, most of the alcohol went to his eyes where it shined and proclaimed the loose fluidity that now coursed through his veins. Typically he only had to make one decision, and he would stick with it. The decision would come after long thoughts, considering all the angles, and tying up any loose ends within his head. Now, with the alcohol one decision ran into the next with hardly a pause between them. He did make the call over any protests of the nice couple at the bar, and Esther herself as though it were her duty. He had a secretary, and sometimes it rather pissed him off that he was only allowed to call Mallory who would then ring whomever he really wished to speak to. The phone call went as such Ello Georgie! The other person on the line held the phone well away from his ear, knowing the only reasons Mr. Pratt would call him so late. Or early. Depending on how you looked at it. Hello Mr. Pratt, how can I help you? Buh noht doin a bloody ting till well pass noon in da morrow, ya'ere? I'm sorry Mr. Pratt, I did not catch all of that. Not doin a bloody ting till noon! Da morrow be Aturday eh? I'm ta be busy, till den. Noon? What should I- Notin! Bet yer games, sleep, fookin notin! Get one o'dem cafe's yer always be ravin bout! Notin! Nothing? A cafe, what are you talking about Mr. Pratt? I'mma be occuppied, ya'ere? Me car'll be at da Spot, quite a name dont'cha tink? Ere'you gonna be lad? Da Spot, wha spot lad? Da spot! Wha bloody spot ya twig!? Haha, Georgie, it'd be a nice place, an der be a nice lass'ere who I'll be wit, mmkay sport? Ya pickin up what I be throwin down? Finally it clicked for Georgie, What's her name sir, the lass? Ah, Esther, very pretty, but very embarrassed at te moment, gots ta go! Hanging up the phone, on his third try, he turned to Esther whom he had caught with another growing blush across her face. He smiled, friendly like, and moved over to her. Taking her arm in his own, he kissed her cheek and his hand sneaked behind the both of them to hide from the lovely couple at the bar. He gave her butt he slightest of pinches before another brilliant smile crossed his face that was directed at the couple. I pologize fer any inconvenience, ya's got a lovely bar, an a lovely tender, who I'll be stealin fer ta night. Good evenin. Turning he lead Esther from the bar before she could react, though he thought he heard her saying something to the couple as they went outside. All of a sudden he realized that he had not the vaguest idea what her car was, though he had a vague recollection of what it looked like. Turning to Esther, he gave a cheeky grin, Yer car? He asked, with a follow up, I mean no offense, but I be wantin, well, ya.