sienna shared a knowing look with the bartender, the hint of a smirk toying on her features as the boy handed him over the card. it was a silent conversation between the two, brief and subtle as he turned, plucking the bottle of gin she preferred from the shelf behind him. dainty digits stirred the current drink she was sipping on, paying it slightly more attention than the boy beside her before her gaze flits to his as she swivels in her chair to face him, knees bumping against his, “that’s a valid point,” she murmurs, lips jutting out and eyes looking up in mock thought as she taps a digit to her lips to add to the facade. “do you know where we are? what this bar and lounge is attached to?” she asked, leaning forward towards him slightly. “if you walk out those doors there,” she pointed towards an exit behind him, “you’ll walk right into a hotel lobby.” she pauses, teeth falling on a lush bottom lip in a teasing smile, “do you know what the name of the hotel is?” her head tilts to the side in question but she doesn’t let him get a word in, “V.” the letter slips pass her lips easily, “- brooklyn location, but those are details that don’t really matter.” the back of her hand slides her brown locks behind her shoulder, exposing prominent collarbones before she asks him one final question, “do you know what the V stands for?” it’s rhetorical at best since the answer slips out of her like honey a second later, “valmont.” she swivels the stool back into place, taking another sip of her drink before looking at him, “it just so happens to be my last name, in case you didn’t know. this hotel, - this entire city practically, - is my birthright.” the same smirk twirls back onto her features, “i could get you to move if i wanted to.”
that tone. he’s heard that tone before. information was about to be revealed, and from the words she chose he concluded that it would be of grand significance. he politely followed her trail of words, answering her questions in his head. yes he knew where he was. yes he knew it was attached to a hotel. it seemed as if her voice held a familiarity in which he wanted to follow. but why? who was this girl. as the final question came, so did the answer he was waiting for. he lifted his drink to his lips, taking a slow and calculated sip. she was a valmont. the last time he would of seen her would of been when he was twelve back when he lived with his father’s side of the family, but he definitely recognized her now. hearing her last comment made him internally scoff but outwardly, he formed the smallest smile against the rim of his glass before setting it down on the bar. ‘not if you want to keep the power on’ he thought to himself. jagger was a carrington. as in carrington atlantic. his family was old money, owning power plants dating back five generations. their new branch covering eco friendly power alternatives. however, he wasn’t big on name dropping or flaunting his inheritance. he had everything he wanted, he didn’t see a point. though she spoke down to him, jagger kept his composure. “you could if you wanted to” he repeated, “so, i take it you don’t want to. how about we get on a first name basis? my name is jagger”
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