Thread: No Turning Back (Alvis Alendran&SHARPii)

As if he was contemplating something, Esther couldnt help but watch him. She didnt mean to stare but really, when he was involved, it was difficult to look away. He was really handsome and she knew a little fledgling like herself would be thought honored to ever have a day or just a minute with him, anywhere. Just a moment of his attention. She was stunned she hadnt melted already in front of him. Maybe there was just so much going on and at the end of the day with a bit of alcohol in her, she was starting to see. Harrison Trenton was such a babe and not even in that seasoned way. He had to be a good ten years older than her and while that fact was incredibly appealing and hot, he didnt look a day over twenty-six. He kept himself in good condition, this she could see with how he must pamper himself and treat himself to his constant designer valuables. Esther just never spent much time in the office or outside of him, thinking of him or noticing. When he finally spoke, her eyes averted immediately. She wouldnt ever know what he truly thought of her. Not that she cared. Did she? Okay, maybe a part of her cared but that was just the little high school part of her who would have given anything to walk side by side beside a man like Harrison Trenton. His voice was comforting as he spoke and she nodded her slowly, looking up at him when he called her a good employee and that they look after their own. It was nice to know and feel since she didnt have family. None that she knew of and none she wanted to know of. All the ones she loved were gone. She was the only Martin she knew of alive. She always did think the firm was like a family. Sometimes she certainly didnt think that because of Bree Larkin. She just didnt get it sometimes. He was right, at the end of the day he was still just a man but it was easy for a man like him to say something like that, while someone like her who was just a fledgling compared to him, might say otherwise, even at the end of the day. Youre still quite a man in my book Mr. Trenton. For that, I thank you. She stood now and took his glass when he accepted another and grabbed hers as well, walking into the kitchen. She pulled the bottles of liquor from where she put them away and got her tonic water from the fridge. She put three ice cubes in hers before making a new gin and tonic, a little heavier on the gin. Just a little bit. Then she poured him two and a half shots of the Red Label scotch. She took her time, well not too much time but she worked carefully. Being a bartender, one never forgot how to mix drinks. It just stuck because of the training and hours going in to perfect a certain routine. When she picked up her glass to take a sip, the condensation from the ice before made it a bit slippery and she didnt realize or think about it in her current state. It slipped from her hands and hit the counter half and then the rest shattered on the ground. She stepped back since she was barefoot and groaned softly. Being careful of where she stepped, she grabbed a dustpan and knelt down only to stop when she saw more liquid than smashed glass. With a sigh, she got up again after placing the dustpan beside her and grabbed her roll of paper towels. Kneeling back down again, she put some over the mess, wanting the alcohol to get soaked up. Mistaking a small piece of glass for ice, she winced when it ended up cutting her palm a little bit. Mother She grumbled as she examined it, plucking the little shard of glass out that wasnt deeply in but enough to make blood come out. Maybe this was a sign she should no be making drinks while a bit inebriated? Standing, she hopped over the mess and went to the sink to run her hand under some cool water. It felt divine since she cut herself in the middle of her palm. She put all her weight on one foot, one hip sticking out and she closely examining her hand. Clearly, drinks became forgotten but for a good reason.