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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Feb 15, 2017 1:00:36 GMT -5
Nik relaxed with her, swaying gently amidst the other bodies who moved more robustly. He even carried a gentle smile. Until she called him Julian.
Whatever tender emotions he had been feeling abruptly vanished, and irritation swiftly took it's place. He stiffened. He rationally shouldn't have been as angry as he was, but her blunder had wounded him deeper than he had expected. He didn't know what he had expected. He didn't even know what he was hoping to accomplish with this evening out, and suddenly he felt infinitely uncomfortable.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Feb 15, 2017 1:15:40 GMT -5
Lyra didn't know what had changed, only that Nik was no longer as loose and carefree as she felt. He was rigid and not in the fun way. She looked up at him, her eyes twinkling as she grinned at him. "Someone needs another drink," she said, thinking maybe his beverage hadn't been quite as strong as hers had been. Clearly he needed more of whatever potion the bartender added.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Feb 15, 2017 1:43:18 GMT -5
"Someone's drinking enough for the both of us." he replied with a little more heat than he should have.
It wasn't her fault, he had handed her the drinks after all, but that didn't change how he felt. Nor did her drinking excuse her blunder.
He pushed her away from him slightly. "Go. Have fun." he said with a sigh, he didn't want to be around her when he was angry, he had a tendency to act rashly.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Feb 15, 2017 2:11:24 GMT -5
Had she been drinking as she had been at Stu's she might have missed the fire in his words. But she wasn't at Stu's and her drinks weren't just alcohol. These drinks had something extra, something that loosened her up and provided her liberation from caring about potentially making a scene. She didn't, of course, but only because he voice didn't carry over the music.
"You're the one who brought me here and you're the one who gave me the drinks. So I will have fun and you don't have to worry about giving me a ride home."
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Feb 15, 2017 2:27:25 GMT -5
Her words stopped him. Something about hearing the rational truth made him freeze. She was right. He had brought her there. He had given her the drinks. Why then was he so angry? Because she called him Julian? Because she loved the ponce who had caused her such misery? Because he was never given any credit for being the most supportive person Lyra had in her life? What did he want from her? Why was he working so hard to get it? Lyra didn't mean anything to him, so why?
"You're right." he said looking over his shoulder at her.
Maybe he should have just gone home. Maybe he should have apologized and returned to Lyra. He probably shouldn't have gone to the bar.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Feb 16, 2017 21:54:31 GMT -5
Lyra turned away from him, confused at what had happened but inebriated enough by the potions in her drinks to let the worries slip away within only a few minutes. She didn't need to dance with Nicolas, she didn't need to dance with anyone. Lyra moved on the dance floor, allowing her hands to rise above her head as her hips swayed to the music.
She wasn't alone for long.
Whatever Nicolas' intent in bringing Lyra here, she had her own purpose for the evening. She was going to prove that her heart was her own, that she had no given it carelessly to a man who had teased it before he stomped on it. Some time after splitting with Nicolas, Lyra was being escorted toward the door by a man named Rodrigo.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Feb 16, 2017 22:22:08 GMT -5
Nik wouldn't stop her. He wanted to. He didn't know why rage rippled through him as he watched her disappear though the door, and without explanation or reason he couldn't justify stopping what she clearly wanted.
It ate at him the longer she was gone, and soon he was deep in his cups, but he too was not alone for long.
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