Adam grinned amusingly at the blonde before him, the colored lights of the club making her red and blue and green, rotating the colors back and forth until he was hardly paying attention to which color she was. He'd been there enough not to think too much about it, but when such a beautiful woman like Lallie was capturing his attention, it was hard not to think of all the colors he'd like to make her turn. Preferably red, of course — but that wasn't why he was speaking to her. A quick gesture to the bartender and whiskey was being poured into the glass for him again, handed with a polite smile that Adam returned back. He took a drink of the liquor, winced for a second at the burn, and gave Lallie his full attention once more.
"Dancing is the best way to a woman's heart, I've heard." Adam replied shortly after, nodding his head. "Real dancing, of course. None of this shit."
He was referring to the music and the terrible moves people called dancing nowadays. He went along with it to keep up with the times, really, because ballroom dancing would've looked utterly out of place in a sweaty crowd such as the one at the club. He frowned once the song changed. Adam wasn't engrossed with what was playing. If anyone asked him, he'd gladly proclaim that he much preferred classical music to anything else. Seeing as nobody ever delved into his music tastes when they hung out with him, the small tidbit of information was only reserved for his family and the ones closest to him.
He took another drink of the whiskey, wishing desperately for once in his life that he could have the potential to get drunk like everyone else. "Good sex is a way to a woman's heart too, but then again, we both know how aware of that I am." He laughed at his own joke for a second before running a hand through his dark locks, tugging any knots that formed out while he was dancing. He was trying to lighten the situation — not that it was going downhill — but he didn't like the expression of disgust on Lallie's face.
She was right. Prague needed a new bar — a new club —, somewhere to spend the weekends wasting time on unnecessary amounts of liquor and unwilling men and women. Doomed Dance Floor was the most popular by far, but Adam couldn't help but think that a new change of atmosphere would be refreshing. His steel gaze brightened at her unintentional idea, perking up even more as he sipped from the glass in his hands.
"That doesn't sound too bad, you know. A new place to hang out at. I mean, granted, I've been to nearly all of the bars and clubs in the city, but that doesn't mean I can't make a new one." His mind was swirling with ideas. It hadn't been the first time that he would've owned an entertaining establishment — his speakeasy in the 20's was more than enough proof of how well he could throw a party — and for reasons unknown, the Mernick was already itching with excitement. "A reserved place, maybe. Open twenty-four hours... Exclusive and by invite-only."
All of his thoughts came to a halt when Lallie informed him of the two having left him, looking back to the spot they were in only to frown and shrug his shoulders. "Too predictable for my liking, anyways," he said nonchalantly. "I like a girl who keeps me on my toes."
The flash of a wink was there for a second before he returned back to sipping out of the glass. Something about the imagined club in his head was pulling him closer and closer to wanting it to actually happen. He'd have to talk to the rest of his family, of course, make the proper investments in lots and a building company and... Adam shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. He was being rude, he realized after a second, getting lost in his own thoughts while his friend stood next to him.
He noticed that she was sitting on the edge of her seat, as if she wanted to leave. That was what she was going to do before he showed up, wasn't it? Adam licked over his lips and downed the rest of the whiskey, setting the empty glass on the bar. "We could always take this back to mine," he offered, knowing fully well how his words must've sounded to her. "I've got the best selection Prague has to offer. I'm probably not your ideal company, but it's a start. Besides, you could always just ditch me for Arthur if you really wanted to ignore people."
Adam linked his fingers together behind his head, stretching for a few seconds as he waited for Lallie's answer. He didn't know whether or not she'd actually take him up on it, but it definitely didn't hurt to ask.
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