(Flashback) Murderous Intent (Asbel | Elise)
Elise couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit at his vague statement. She winked playfully at him, “Is that all? Just going to leave me hanging here?” Running the tip of her index finger mindlessly along the rim of her glass, she watched the red liquid within ripple slightly. She lifted it once more, pinky finger hardly raised as she brought it to her rosy lips.
It certainly wasn’t strong enough, that was for sure. If there was one thing the blonde had perfected in her years at university, it was holding her alcohol. This red wine wasn’t doing it for her - not even a buzz, not even the slightest warmth rising in her chest, nothing. She made a small shrug at her thoughts - at least it was tasty. “I don’t know about you, sir, but I didn’t come here for much of anything,” she tilted her head, meeting his gaze.
She didn’t ask him why he was there - simply because she couldn’t care less. Chances were that if he wanted to share his reasoning, he would whether she inquired about it or not. A bell dinged somewhere off in the main lobby of the restaurant and the people got up from their seats, moving on to the next table - the next mate. Such a foolish game of musical chairs they were playing.
That meant that five minutes had passed since they’d started talking. She knew enough about the game to tell that. But she, unlike the others, did not stand at the sound of the bell. She sipped at her wine once again, still staring at the man who sat across from her. “Oh, I’m Elise by the way,” she said, finally introducing herself.
Another man came along, waiting awkwardly beside their table for Asbel to get on and move onto another table. Elise noticed him from the corner of her eye at first and it didn’t bother her. But the longer he stood there, refusing to take a hint; the more irritated the blonde grew. She rolled her eyes and shot him a look to kill, “Move along, buddy.”
She wasn’t done talking to Asbel just yet. After all, he was the first to interest her in years. For some reason, she saw potential in him. For what - she didn’t quite know.
Watching, mostly all he did was watch. He saw the way she drank the wine, the way she held her glass, very professional yet broken all the same. He couldn't imagine himself trying to drink wine, let alone any type of alcohol. His father was a prime example of his distaste for it. But primarily the fact he had taken far too many shots at one point, puked, got sick and ended it there.
He listened to her speak, all he could think about is bitch, it was in her voice, the way she talked, the way she looked at him. Was she trying to play with him like a cat does with their prey before they pounce. He simply smiled at her but not in the regards of her speaking, but he reminded himself of his cat Beau, who would hop instead of pounce. Drowning out the noise around him, her name really ringed in his ear.
"It's in a situation like this that I can't really talk much." He felt like everything he said was shot down. No interest as there was for her, he was becoming bored at this point, regretting his decision. "Why don't you try to talk now? We can both try to be human, Ellie." She was a bitch and he was an asshole, a perfect fit.
The bell tolled and he lifted himself forward to get up and move, a lost cause he thought to himself. Quick to judge, very impatient. But he could wait forever, it was just people took forever. They were easy to predict for him, years of having to watch his back and study the way people acted on his own accord, it came naturally that he didn't want to talk to someone that didn't really want to talk to him, let alone be in here.
He was about to lift himself up from the seat, but he noticed they way she looked at him. It was like a plea to stay, don't let the next person talk to me, just take me far away. He sat back into his seat, playing it off like a gentle readjustment to his posture. He too noticed the man, but instead of not looking, he did the exact opposite, eye to eye he just looked at him. Asbel didn't really like this type of human nature. He didn't like the fact he waited there for him to move when clearly, he would not.
He looked back down to Elise, he chuckled a bit, clasping his hands together in his lap, fiddling with his thumbs. Asbel always had to be doing something, if he didn't he would probably go insane, productive some might have called him. But he liked to think of it as eager. He looked at her straight in the eyes and smiled devious once more. "You're a hard person to read."
