Thread: No Turning Back (Alvis Alendran&SHARPii)

It was not hidden, her reaction to him agreeing, especially since she was already starting to prepare herself for a slap rejection in the fact that would make her want to crawl under a rock, as opposed to crawling under her duvet and hiding for a good year or the rest of her life. That was just the insecure high school girl that still lived within her. And working at such a prestigious law firm, it was like a grown up high school. Harrison Trenton was part of the jock crowd. Bree was that ugly cheerleader on the inside that ever guy wanted for one taste. Mallory was like the girl who would most likely succeed. She wasnt well known but well enough to smooth through high school with a breeze and then there was Esther the outcast and lowly runner trying to climb her way to the top? Hardly. It just didnt seem harmful for a time with Harrison Trenton. That would at least put some kind of excitement into her life. As if finding the dead body of her best friend wasnt enough excitement. Not the same. So when he did actually agree at least to come inside for a drink or two, she blinked her eyes a few times before nodding slowly. Right this way. Opening the passenger door of his beautiful car, she stepped out and shut it. Looking back, she then proceeded up the path to the stairs of her apartment building, waiting for him as she fished her keys out from her back pocket. She came to the right one and turned the lock after the insertion and stepped in, holding the door open for him. They would go up three flights of stairs, as she lived on the third floor. It wasnt too bad and it wasnt the nicest of accommodations for her to live in a building with an elevator. No, this was the bare minimum and perhaps somewhat safe. Opening the door of her apartment, she stepped inside, holding the door for him as well. Once they were both tucked inside, she shut the door and locked it before setting her keys on the little table by the door and her shoes as well, pushing them into the narrow shoe closet. Looking to him, she looked down at his shoes and smiled. You can take them off or leave them on. Its your choice. With that, she went to her room and quickly shed her jacket before returning again, still dressed in what she wore to the bar. Going into the kitchen, she knelt down and opened her liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin and found a pretty nice bottle of Red Label. She wasnt sure if he enjoyed that but it was worth a shot. She had others, like Jose Cuervo because she was a major fan of margaritas, both lime and strawberry. She had vodka too and rum but she was going to stick with gin for herself, pulling out the fixing to make a gin and tonic and pulled out a nice glass and poured him two shots in. She made her gin and tonic and then brought them both out to him where she sat down on the couch. I hope you like Red Label. Because thats all the scotch I have. She frowned a little bit, unsure if itd do him justice compared to Glen Livet but she was going for the punch. Sipping her gin and tonic, she let out a soft sigh and sat back. Will you stay the night? She asked curiously, not even looking at him as she asked. She was very lightly swirling her glass to stir the contents of her drink, staring down at it.