Red wine glasses were tall in stem, deep in glass, allowing the aromas and bold flavors to emerge. The two glasses intended for wine that had been defeated by Lou’s urgency were left empty. She had no purpose for hers. seeing the bottle was more efficient. (Also, one less glass to clean.) It was to her surprise that Micky had left hers untouched, reaching for the bottle as well. The older woman turned her head wearing a more than pleased smirk, and eyes that read; this is why I get along with you. Atmospheric temperatures were changing with the acoustic tunes waving through the warehouse-turned nightclub. It was easy to get lost within music. All too easy. “Hm?” Slowly she was trying to pull herself from the rhythmic strings. “Are you a wine connoisseur? Swirling your wine and such?” Asking a question after the girl had spoke had only held proof that she still hadn’t caught onto what Micky had said. Normally, the older blond hadn’t been so off. It wasn’t even being distracted, her mind had just been empty. Overloaded with all of the life buzzing around her. There was a convincing in the back of her mind telling her that a freeing trip somewhere new was needed. Soon. “Oh, that assbag.” A small laughter hummed at her lips as Lou reached for another mouthful of wine. “He didn’t answer.” She clicked with another swallow. There was something still left to be said, but Lou was soaking in the memory of it. “Which i knew he would dare—which is why I called him while standing outside of his apartment..” –and she had been, puffing air up through her blond choppy bangs waiting for the troubling employee to answer. “I picked his lock, and dragged him out of his bed by his ankles.” It sounded absurd to actually say out loud. Her laughter grew holding the bottle. “Like an adolescent not wanting to go to school,” her arms moved in the air, “Just dragged him….then he stumbled quickly to his feet about to piss himself and used the words, “yes, ma’am” a lot……” mouth closing, she gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes, but there was a soft annoyance to her demeanor, nothing harsh. “And then left. Couldn’t handle another second. I may fire him and send him back to H&M as a winter scarf collection model where I found him..–you can’t get all places being a gross pretty face.”
The truth could only ever come out with Micky, though Lou wasn’t an overly strict boss. Her power of owning the place was appropriate and never over used. Getting along with the employees came natural, but Jasper was like a troubling son. “The fun is still here, don’t you worry.” Eyebrows arched, then danced in a wiggle. The air was beginning to clear between them. It wasn’t all gone just yet. Instead, it was a glazed mist that Lou could almost feel on her skin. She couldn’t tell Micky about the Met, and she wouldn’t risk having the girl involved. If at the end of the day the world came crumbling Micky was one person she would want to protect from all of her habits. “Have you seen my bike?? She’s glorious. The most fine lady I’ve had in years.”
Micky often wondered what was going through the blonde’s mind just like she did right now. Blue eyes landed upon Lou’s but they did not return to hers. She seemed to be someplace else --something she hadn’t experienced from her much. It awakened her worrying nature for a second, figuring that whatever had happened in the time they hadn’t seen each other... it must’ve been something grand. Like a kidnapping or a breakthrough or a crush... but none of them seemed to fit with how Lou was behaving. Definitely not a kidnapping, a breakthrough didn’t fit with the statistics of the club and a crush.. no. She couldn’t imagine her being so unfocused with almost a hint of sadness portraying on her face. A crush meant rosy cheeks, a smile that popped up outta nowhere, zoning in and out at the most inappropriate times. Maybe she had triggered something... having said something offputting. God, how badly she wanted to know -- but it wasn’t in her place to ask questions. Or put her nose in her boss’s business. It was just worry that took the best of her, nothing else. And there was nothing to complain about, she sat right in front of her. Looking alive and well. So at least nothing bad had happened to the woman and that fact alone made her pick up the bottle again, celebrating that realization silently. ‘‘--- A wine connoisseur? Lord no, I’ve never been to such events. Not in my interest to do so. I’m not gonna prance around, acting like I sense some first class grapes and a pinch of vanilla in those liquids. Wine is wine to me, no matter what color, most of them taste the same to me.’‘ A laugh bubbled off her lips -- maybe rambling a bit too much. Maybe it was her breaking out of her shell after there had been a dead silent communication between them. Like a heart monitor stopped working, a radio channel that wouldn’t cooperate or... the engine of a car that simply stopped working.
But they hadn’t stopped working, no. The second Lou parted her lips, Micky’s eyes could only rest on her lips and eyes, barely blinking as her laughter lines deepened further and further with every detail that rolled off the woman’s tongue. Her imagination came to life more than ever, because there simply wasn’t anything better than a story told by someone who had lived through it. And imagining Jasper in his shorts getting dragged out of bed made her entire night - if not week. ‘‘You found in an H&M store? Well -- that explains a lot, for sure.’‘ Micky’s teeth showed when she laughed, having had her chin propped onto her hand. ‘‘When exactly are you going to return him? There’s going to be construction at the mall next week, maybe he can actually get to work and help out at a place he won’t be able to sneak out of the backdoor with some stranger and do.. non-work things,’‘ she tried to keep it civil, already telling Lou things she thought she’d keep to herself for a while. At least longer than this. But.. what the Hell, right? If they were back on good terms, she might as well show her true colors. --- which was her stealing the bottle from the bar as she hopped off of the barstool quickly, making a run for the door already. ‘‘A new bike! How could I not have noticed!’‘ Opening the backdoor, it was then when she saw the beauty of her new ‘woman’. Staring in awe for a bit, she then took another gulp of the alcohol, needing it to process what she was seeing right now. ‘‘--- well, you definitely replaced me, I see.’‘ Micky’s voice went up in disbelief as she tried to provoke a reaction out of her boss at the same time. Taking another glance at it before turning to the blonde, ‘‘...can we not just close the club for tonight and ride around? Like we used to? I... would be honored and --- what’s funnier than having Jasper arrive at a closed door?’‘