Thread: Over the Tracks (Corybantic + Blinkk)

It didn't take a genius to realize that something was wrong with the man once the question was asked. Josephine finished her drink while she did what she could to stay quiet yet not make things too awkward between the two of them. Harrison fell into his thoughts while Joe dropped her gaze to the table in front of her, giving him a chance to think. She understood that there was no reason to discusses ex-relationships, especially to a stranger in a bar he had recently picked up. Instantly, she regretted asking anything about it. Making people remember harsh and painful memories was never something she wanted or enjoyed doing to strangers. To those who wrong her was a different story completely. Harrison hadn't done anything to Joe other than a bit of confusion. And that could happen to anyone. When the man finished his drink, the woman's blue eyes returned to her host, watching his moves until he began to speak. The blonde shook her head calmly, a smile crossing her lips in return to his suggestion. Well I'll be sure to take advantage of that, she told him, giving his own hand a light squeeze in response to his touch. It was better if she left his worries alone rather than apologize for causing them. By the end of the night, she was fully prepared to give him some sort of tip in response to his offer. With a light tip of her head, her eyes trailed over the man in front of him before giving him a small, short, polite nod. Harrison was attractive, single and had a steady job, but there was no possible way that Josephine could see him outside of the club. Her friends may have wanted to come visit the rough club, but that was the most they could ever mix with the life these people lived. It was the ugly truth but deep down she thought the two of them both knew that. And more importantly, there seemed to be too much of a difference between the two of them for anything serious to happen. Light flirting, getting a few drinks, perhaps dancing if it came to it, but she couldn't see much more happening. She slid from the stool, smiling in response to his stronger look. At least he seemed to be feeling better. That would take some of the bit of guilt off her shoulders, letting her have an enjoyable night once again. This time with the added bonus of free drinks. She started downstairs with him again, flashing another smile at him before the two parted, giving Joe a chance to return to her friends. They had migrated to the middle of the dance floor and picked up a few more people in their group but when Joe mentioned a round of drinks, they cheered and quickly broke away. Once she gave Harrison enough time to return to the bar and serve a few to get back in the rhythm, she started over with the few who had joined her in the beginning and ordered their poisons, only to return to the floor again straight away. Another hour passed and the club began to settle down as couples, both new and old, began to leave to the closest bedroom available to them. Josephine's friends, for the most part, found someone to rub up against but only one or two had found someone to leave with. About half an hour after Joe and Harrison parted, the woman had found someone to speak through the beats with. He was tall, well built sweet talker with eyes that went through her like a knife. The only reason she found him attractive was the amount of booze she had running through her system. After a handful of drinks, the mysterious stranger began to add his own touches to the drinks, keeping the items hidden as well as he could without drawing attention to himself or his actions. It took some time for the little white pill to take effect but once it did, it was too late. It was almost 2, with less people inside the club, making Josephine and her friend a bit more obvious to the watchful eyes. Though to most, it would just look like the man had gotten the tourist drunk. Josephine hung off the man's arm in a way that seemed uncharacteristic for her. The woman may have been warm and opening, but clingy was a vibe she never alluded to. Her cheery skin had turned pale, almost in a sickly manner, but her cheeks were flushed in a common drunken sign. Joe barely noticed something was wrong, convinced it was just the new drinks the man had bought for her.