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The exhibit had been successful but it also left her on edge. Sybil had never been classically trained in art- she’d had the benefit of hours upon hours of obsessive painting that improved her skills more or less by force. When someone had linked her to her pseudonym and asked her to do a show under that name she had agreed without really thinking about it. Unfortunately, after spending a few of hours talking to people, she realized that art enthusiasts were obsessed with meaning and symbolism. What a cruel trick that she could talk about her abstracts until she was blue in the face but when it came to her true works- her visions- her tongue was completely tied.
Fancy canapés and a single glass of champagne could only get a girl so far with that kind of turmoil and by the end of the evening all she wanted was to find someplace to unwind. After the show she wandered away from the gallery until she discovered a pub that didn’t look too full of itself. There were a few folks at the bar, including the seriously looking fellow who she chose a seat next to. As soon as she finished ordering her drink Sybil loosed the high heeled shoes from her dangling feet and plopped her chin into her hand with a long, drawn out sigh.
Sebastian had a few haunts he preferred when he travelled, some men have a girl in every city, but for him it’s a bar. Even if he only spent a day or two anywhere he went, he found he always needed a drink after his work was done, and though he tries to avoid being a creature of habit to avoid predictability, it’s nice to have a safe haven. Somewhere to go and feel a sense of familiarity one usually finds at home. But with the familiar grain of the bar and the photos lining the walls that he finds himself getting lost in examining while listening to the idle chat of patrons over music spilling from the sound system... it’s as good as home. At least while he’s here.
Some of his best stories started and ended at bars, and when a pretty lady chooses to sit next to him, he’s not deaf to the sign that this could be the start of another. He glances across when he hears that sigh and smiles at her, eyes glancing down her form as he takes her in. First impression all he can think of is how tiny she is, and he can’t help but find her stature charming. Second impression is that she looks about as comfortable dressed up as he feels in a suit.
“Long night?” he speculates, taking a drink as he waits for a reply.
