At It Again || Kiran & Delilah
Delilah tapped her nails against the bar bench, keeping in beat with the music blaring behind her. She locked eyes with an older man across from her who winked and took a swig of his beer. Maybe an extra drink would have been a good idea, or even just tequila, she thought. She studied the club around her, how she managed to get in without an ID was beyond her, she decided that she liked the atmosphere, though- no responsibility, no worries, everyone was simply in this moment together. The fact that this practically reflected what her life had suddenly become amused her. Scanning the club, she smirked at the group of girls who were clearly over drunk and way too confident in their dancing than they should have been. Her gaze slowed as it found Kiran and her stare lingered upon him for a moment before she retreated her stare back towards the bar.
“Hey! I’ve been wondering where you walked off to,” the voice was one she had grown to remember, it had been following her for the past twenty minutes, after all. She sighed to herself as he continued, “one moment I’m telling you about my hockey contract and the next, you’re walking away from me,” she could barely hear him over the loud music and her lack of desire to listen to him. “Oh, did I? I didn’t even realise. My apologies, my legs have a mind of their own sometimes,” her intention of hinting her disinterest was proving feeble as he laughed at her sarcasm. “So... what do you do for work?” She leant over the bar, searching for the bartender she had ordered from, she hated small talk. “Um, I… run,” she scrunched her face at her stupid answer, why didn’t she say something more simple which didn’t scream for an explanation. “Oh, so you’re an athlete?” he looked at her with interest. “Uh...” she raised her eyebrows at the spontaneity of the situation, ”yeah, sure.” Well that turned out better than expected, her subconscious spoke. Fetching a ringing phone from his pocket, he looked at her, “I have to take this, I’m sorry. I’ll be back, stay put and tell your legs to behave themselves.” She found the comment amusing and gave an animated laugh as he walked off, perhaps the guy wasn’t as bland as she thought. She was snapped out of her thoughts as the glass of cider she had ordered was placed before her, accompanied by a piece of paper and a pen. She stared up at the man in curiosity. “It’s free if I can get your number.” She opened her mouth before closing it again, staring at him blankly for a moment before giving him a mocking smile as she wrote Oliver’s number across the paper- the only number she knew by heart. On that note, she grabbed her drink and began to walk back into the crowd as she took a sip of the cider.