pretty lady.
starter for @bvllami !
the lights are dim and ten’s leant over the bar, fingers twisting a small glass, half full. it’s one of his favourite bars - the music always good, and the company of the owner even better. he is, by no means, attracted to women, but that doesn’t mean he won’t jokingly play around and flirt with them when he gets the chance, which seems to be his odd relationship, if you can call it that, with bella.
it’s another night in which he doesn’t have a client lined up already, and is wondering whether he can find some random, hopeful young man to entice into bed with him so he doesn’t have to spend it alone. he lifts his glass and takes a sip as his eyes scour the people in the bar. people lounging, or standing up wiggling in the most uncoordinated way to the music. it almost makes him laugh.
“so, how’s thing with you, pretty lady.” he calls over to bella, watching her serve another man. he’s not sure he’ll find a companion for the night here; he might have to go to a nearby nightclub where people are a bit younger and drunker, but might as well start his night somewhere a little more tolerable.
“how’s business?”