Thread: House of Cards (Kirby & manofyourdream)

As soon as he unfolded the piece of paper, Zoe gripped the drink with both hands, peering into the amber liquid before glancing back up so as not to miss a moment of this glorious reaction. She could see the change in his stance, the way he stood, the way he attempted to tower over her after he had been so kind as to offer a handkerchief in some mild mannered way of showing affection. His eyes seemed to glower, and she revelled in the fact, revelled in the little bit of discomfort he must be feeling. She considered things that must be going through his head now, how she was a reporter and that she could have easily leaked that photo with the headline that her colleague at the Herald had sent with the photo, but she didn't she had decided that this was to be a calling card as such, for a meeting with the unapproachable. She knew he didn't usually talk to press unless it was via the right channels, and it simply wasn't enough. Sipping the liquor once more, the more times she sipped the less it burned her esophagus, and the better felt for it. She knew she could handle the 'big boys' juice, and she wasn't about to have an arrogant ass tell her she should water it down. With one last gulp and a smirk in his direction to make sure he was paying attention, and in almost answer to his query about playing with fire, she necked the rest of the contents of the glass and slammed it down onto the bar, with slightly more force than she would have liked. This of course spoiled the air that had puffed out in her chest, as she stood straight confronting him, and she was once more slightly deflated as she sighed after startling herself. Biting her lip she looked away for a second, as she felt as though her retinas were about to be burned from his gaze. Blinking a few times, allowing moisture to glaze those beautiful dark orbs, she then regained his stare and held it for a longer. It was as though this entire confrontation was exactly that, a confrontation but also some lesson in how to play with the big boys. It would seem that Zoe was a little naive when it came to such things, but she was so ambitious and she so longed to enhance her life and career. She knew she had to remain strong, even though his presence was daunting and making her legs quiver as he spoke in such a different tone. She wasn't exactly expecting him to come quietly, but she didn't expect hostility or threats. Raising a brow finally, she looked straight at him, and remembered how she had once stood up to her father, and forced him to tell her mother about the hooker she'd caught him sleeping with. It was then that she learned how to deal with scumbag males, and she had to embrace that strength once more to deal with Francis. Coughing to clear her throat, just to make sure that she didn't sound like a tiny girl when words eventually did find their way to the forefront of her tongue, she spoke up. Mr Underwood, it is precisely for men like you that I wear this dress, without it we wouldn't be having this conversation, now would we? She grinned, tilting her head to one side and glancing back to the barman. I'll take another one too The barman of course obliged, filling her glass and the congressman's. Once it was filled she picked it up and raised it in his direction As for fire She scoffed and poured the entire contents down her throat I adore the burn She breathed after a tiny wince. The thought of the little bit of dutch courage she had drunk at home, followed by the couple she'd hand in such a short time here made her legs wobble, or perhaps it was adrenaline that was coursing through her as she spoke to Frank in such a way. Something made her shiver, perhaps it was the mixture of whisky and champagne, or maybe it was just the way the majority whip stared at her body, she wasn't sure be she sure as hell hoped it wasn't the latter.