@luxuri-a | Time Lapse
Peering into the deep amber pool of blended malt scotch, Scott inhaled the potent fumes as they wafted from the etched crystal tumbler. Burdensome lids drifted closed as lithe lashes fell over fatigued skin. The deafening pump of bass reverberated thru his being as the flashing lights pulsated in the obscure club.
Scott had spent the last twelve hours in the office - forging business deals with tenacious clients. Unable to concede to the carefree vibe that surrounded him in the intimate space of the VIP lounge, he became agitated with everyone - including Freya. His sweet angel was sloshing Dom Perignon all over the couple in the next exclusive booth offered for the clubs VIP attendants - casting sore glances at the brunette temptress. Glancing down at his Jaeger LeCoultre time piece he noticed it wasn’t near midnight, his jaw tightened instantly.
Pulling a calming breath into his lungs, he reminded himself that this was a social event - one in which the posh couple depended on to maintain their elite prestige. His sour mood was palatable, resulting in Freya’s heavy drinking and heedless attitude. Standing from his place on the couch, he retrieved Freya’s long stemmed crystal glass and polished off the remainder of the fizzling liquid. Smirking lightly at her scowl, leaning down and speaking intentionally only to her. “I need a pick me up.” Pulling away from her, reaching into his breast pocket to reveal a small glass tube filled with a white substance. His eyes flashed to hers with a suggestive brow raise.