What’s a drink or two between Frenemies|| Karlett
With subdued curiosity, Scarlett sat back in her bar stool and watched as Keegan procured their drinks, as if his looks and charm weren’t enough to get him whatever he wanted his gift made other’s clay for the molding. It was amusing and somehow satisfying for Scarlett to watch someone else take what they wanted without any regret, lacking the luxury of a like mind during her travels. “We want him to serve us–” She’d leaned forward, her elbows resting on the bar top and her clasped together hands supporting her chin, whispering almost right up against Keegan’s ear in an obviously teasing tone. "–not blow you in the bathroom.”
It probably wasn’t the brightest idea to be in such proximity to Lust as his gift was enough to bring Scarlett to her knees even years ago, and she could only imagine he’d grown stronger in time. “I had them burned off,” her hand slid along his arm as she spoke, “I could do it to you too if you wanted..” She gave his fingers a quick tap as she let out a soft but sinister giggle. “You know..” The bartender had brought over both bottles at this point, Scarlett grabbing the tequila before it even hit the counter. “I’d love to burn someone …just not you.”
There was a brief pause as she poured a shot, sliding it down to Keegan before pouring her own. She lifted up her glass, as if to toast, a smirk quite devious in manner contorting her features. “Would you like to play with me tonight?”
Her whispers danced across his ear with such satisfaction that he might have pumped the boy with a bit more lust than he wanted, “Fine then....we’ll leave him for dessert.” turning to Scar. Their were lips so dangerous close at that point, that if he was younger he might have taken her right here and right now. Thank god that with age the boy---no the man has learned constraint but more so in Keegan’s youth he enjoyed the instantaneous sensation he got from sex. Though now, older, he truly enjoyed the four play of it all a bit more. Regardless he turned back towards the bar waiting patiently for a drink while he listened to the women speak. It felt like it was the same banter but just a different subject. In Prague it was about drowning someone, then before that they were in Venice taking about how she strangled someone for the first time, but here they were chatting---oddly might I add about burning one another. The two were a twisted pair, but when together never showed a shred of judgement about it. “Well I’m glad I’m not on your hit list then....I swore those years at Peregrine might have made you permanently sore. Glad we’ve matured.”
Finally the drinks arrived, along with the fit bartender that Keegan winked at before leaving. It’s been about four days since his last drink, mainly since he was on other kinds of cocktails those evenings but figured an ten hour flight was layover enough to start up his partying. So he gladly lifted the shot and waited for her toast---however found it to be more of an offer than anything else. “I believe if I’ve learned anything from that mingy Blake-boy is that you definitely never, ever say no to Chaos. So I’ll bite though I’m a logical man now Scar....Give me the details and I’ll sign the dotted line.” He finished by shooting the tequila in one go and slammed the glass on top of the bar. “Another?”
