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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 5, 2016 2:17:37 GMT -5
"Scotch on the rocks." He waited until the waitress nodded, scrawled their drinks on her notebook, and shuffled off before he turned to Diana. His smile was subtle, but charming. "It's been a long time, Diana. It's a shame we hadn't done this," he gestured to the room in general and the evening in specific, "back in the day. But then, I suppose I was too immature to appreciate you completely."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 5, 2016 2:22:42 GMT -5
"Don't tell me you're trying to make up for lost time?" she asked almost incredulously. Yes what he said was true. He had been too immature to appreciate her when they had their affair. He was too cocksure by half, and once he was finished with her he left. She was hardly the first person to fall under his charms and suffer such a fate. But his words now, whether they were meant to soothe her or not only put her more on edge. What was he looking for? Another round in the sack? Something else?
"Forget it. I have." she lied convincingly, "I rather enjoyed the time we had together without all this." she gestured the room with her hand.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 5, 2016 12:04:51 GMT -5
Making up for lost time...Christian chuckled. "Hardly. My idea of a good time back then would have been the Rusty Nail and firewhiskey shots until the barkeep kicked me out. Our tryst was much more pleasurable, and easier to look back on with fond memories. But with age comes, hopefully, some sort of wisdom and I would like to think if I had to do it over again I would treat you with a little more regard."
He paused as the waitress returned with their drinks and continued only after she had gone. "Everything works out in the end, I suppose. You seem to be doing well." Aside from the impending assassination.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 5, 2016 18:18:43 GMT -5
She shrugged convincingly, "I find it wasteful to dwell on things of the past." though she did it often enough.
"With age comes wisdom, and I think you had the right of it before."
She didn't like his words, she didn't like the hint of regret - real or fake - that tinged his words. It hit too close to old wounds. She took her glass and easily swallowed the whole of it. Bourbon. Good Bourbon anyway, should have been savored, but it wasn't in Diana to appreciate the unique aromas, she needed something with a little more bite to it.
"Another please." she said before the waitress could leave.
Finally she looked at Christian, "Better than ever."
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 5, 2016 23:29:26 GMT -5
He could hear the bitter edge to her words, though she tried to sound apathetic. In her youth, Diana was a vibrant girl. What sat before Christian now was a morose woman trying hard to keep him at a distance.
"Is that so?" he questioned. "What have you been up to since last we met?" Curiously, Christian waited to discover whether she would fabricate some story about her life, or if she would simply shut him down. How she chose to respond would be very telling, indeed.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 5, 2016 23:42:02 GMT -5
Mayhem with a dash of murder. She almost quipped, and wouldn't have been too far from the mark. Diana avoided murder if she could help it, but she also understood that it was a "kill or be killed" kind of world. Her world anyway, and she had something too precious to lose.
She was doing a poor job of figuring out Christian's endgame. So far he just wanted to "catch up" and she wasn't interested in rehashing the past.
"16 years is a lot of ground to cover Christian. Perhaps we could cut to the chase and you could tell me the real reason you're here."
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 6, 2016 0:29:37 GMT -5
He smiled as she evaded the question. Leaning back in his seat, he crossed one leg over the other and looked at her. "Because you are attractive," he remarked. He sipped his scotch before adding honestly, "and clearly broken, which I must admit is very intriguing."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 6, 2016 0:41:37 GMT -5
She shrugged at his answer. She wouldn't deny either accusation. She was attractive, and she didn't know anyone who wasn't broken in some way or another.
"So I intrigue you. What's your endgame?" she asked, sipping her bourbon this time.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 6, 2016 0:59:18 GMT -5
Christian laughed at her suspicious words. "Endgame? Oh, my dear Diana, you are far more broken than I had thought. Is it really so terrible to have a simple conversation with someone from your past?" He set his glass on the small table in front of them, and rose from his seat. "I'll go, if you'd prefer. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 6, 2016 1:10:59 GMT -5
Diana didn't roll her eyes, but her expression said as much. "Terrible no. I was just wondering what you intended afterward or if your intentions went beyond conversation. If not then I suppose conversation was your endgame." There was a wicked glint in her eyes and then a slow predatory curve to her mouth, "While I was hoping for something a little more exciting."
She laughed in hearty and almost decadent tones, "Darling, nothing you could do or say would make me uncomfortable." she challenged.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 6, 2016 1:59:07 GMT -5
He wagered silently that he was certain of at least one thing he could do that would make her uncomfortable, but kept his plans to himself. He set back in his seat again, and looked her over, studying her features further. "The night is young," he retorted.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 6, 2016 2:15:36 GMT -5
She could tell he was studying her, searching for an answer to her mercurial moods. She didn't have any answers for him, but she knew the last thing she intended to do with this man was go over the past sixteen years of her life without him.
"The night may be young, but we aren't." she purred as he sat back down, " We're older. Wiser. And we know how to cut to the chase."
She sat closer to him, her hand resting on his leg, "We passed a club on the way here...Care to dance Christian? Or am I out of line?" she asked removing her hand and putting some space between them.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 6, 2016 2:39:40 GMT -5
His eyebrows raised in intrigue. He covered her hand, preventing her from moving too far from him. He signaled the waitress and handed her enough money to cover their drinks and a sizable tip. Then stood and held his hand out for Diana.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 6, 2016 2:46:42 GMT -5
She took it, a satisfied smile resting on her lips. She wasn't completely sure what she was getting into, but one thing was true. She was older, wiser, and her time was infinitely more precious. She didn't have it to waste on whatever it was Christian was doing. She needed to know if he was a threat or not, beyond that, well she really didn't know.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 6, 2016 3:16:01 GMT -5
The nightclub was the complete opposite to the lounge they had just left. The music was loud and pulsating. The room was dark, with brightly colored lights flashing about. It had been many years since Christian had been to a club like this one. And judging by the look the doorman gave him, the club rarely saw men his age. Especially men who brought their own dates. Diana on the other hand, with her form fitting dress and body that a 25-year-old would be jealous of, fit in perfectly.
"Shall we?"
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 6, 2016 3:20:54 GMT -5
It wasn't quite as long since Diana had been in a club. She didn't frequent them in her youth, but she had made up for lost time since then.
She took his hand and led him to the dance floor. "Can you keep up?" she challenged in return. He may have been older, but Diana would have bet her entire estate that Christian could out do almost any "young pup" in the club in many ways.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 6, 2016 3:49:51 GMT -5
((OOC: Just so you know, this is the only acceptable way to post about dancing. I'm just sad I couldn't find something of Clive Owen. LOL))
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 6, 2016 3:55:53 GMT -5
(OOC: this was on tv the other day)
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 6, 2016 12:40:48 GMT -5
Christian allowed his hands to run along the curves of her body as they swayed and spun around the dance floor. Diana was flawless as she moved, seemingly to her own music, allowing herself to succumb to the rhythm between them. He watched her with a lustful look in his eye. Inhaled her scent. He hungered for her as he spun her around then pulled her close. "Let's get out of here," he whispered as he kissed her ear.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 6, 2016 12:57:08 GMT -5
Diana would be lying if she said she hadn't dreamed about this moment. She spent several years thinking about what she'd do if she ran into him once more. This wasn't in the plans, but Diana wasn't going to deny herself. She'd felt hollow for so many years, and now she was finally feeling something.
She allowed him to take her out of the club, then she led him back toward the inn.
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