Hold My Liquor [ Xyla ]

A low sigh escaped her lips, while her eyes scanned over the latest paperwork and bills of her own creation. It wasn't a struggle with money for the bills, she was just going to have to look into hiring someone to handle this, considering that all of her stresses in life. She was going to have to set up some form of "To do" list. Her hands droped down to her pin stripped skirt that started riding up while she was fidgeting, normally should be able to sit down and not leave until the work was handled. She was going to have to step out of her comfort zone and go have a drink to calm her nerves, it did not have a very pleasing tone to stepping out into the "mean" streets of Newport. She didn't think that Newport had a lot of crime, but that was mainly because she didn't pay attention to much of the media.. onlyt if it had nothing to do with her business. It was almost as if she was married to it, but not really; that would land her nice padded room in the insane asylum next door.

She pushed herself back in her chair as her thoughts lead to a quite charming, young man that went by the name of Jimmy and it caused her to smile softly to herself. There were a few reasons why she wouldn't allow herself to just date to "date" and her past relationships tended to be the cause of this reaction into her adult years, but it was also because most of the men that she met was still immature little boys in men suits. Xyla's business helped people have a more affordable sex appeal and a healthier away of removing makeup, that tended to age skin when left on overnight. She wanted to be able to look younger than her age as long as she could, but she already knew that her eyes tended to reveal crows feet unless she used a cream to fix that. The aging processes tended to annoy her, because she knew that soon her beauty would fade.

Most bars were filled with drunken old men or slutty woman, that would bounce on any testosterone inside any male figure; she was proudly not one of those females. She had chosen on of the few sports bars, in hopes that she wouldn't run into anyone that would be creepy or too terribly drunk that she would have to pull out some pepper spray. She opened the door to the bar and glanced around, not really taking in the faces but more of the fact that it was rather crowded. A game must be playing, she just sortof mentally shrugged it off and went to the bar and patiently waited for the bartender to attend to her alcoholic needs.

Deep in thought until a margarita was slid infront of her, causing her to look towards the direction the bartender was showing her. A small smile spread across her lips and noticing that he was motioning for her to "come here", so she picked up her glass and walked by the turned backs and sat down beside him, "Fancy meeting you here, stranger." she said, playfully teasing him. "How was your day at work?" she asked, truly concerned about his day.

While she was a teenager, she didn't always act like a teenager or allow boys into her life that much and even to this day, it seemed to be out of habit. That was until a charming young man that didn't seem like a total arrogant jackass entered her life, he was catching her eye and allowing her to feel like she was a teenager again. When her thoughts lead to him while she was at work dealing with the very few angry customers about her workers, she had to stop and focus herself on her job.. it's like meeting Mr. Jimmy here had started a war inside her brain. Everything told her to leave it along and go home for a drink, but who likes to sit at home and drink by themselves; even though, she wasn't much of a drinker, she still enjoyed drinking alcoholic beverages when she had company.

Jimmy was an attractive man, and had little quirks about him that made it seem like he was almost a gentleman and that chilvery wasn't completely dead. She would be lying, if she stated that she didn't like it. She watched him raise to his feet when she approached him and sat down, she playfully rolled her eyes making it seem like she didn't like it to strangers, "You really don't have to do that each time I walk up to you." she lightly teased him, and then taking a sip out of the intoxicating liquid. She felt like knowing her limit of alcohol would come in handy, and it would be embarrassing throwing up on someone or all over the floor. But for now, her calves crossed and the leading foot was gently placed where the bar crossed steading the barstool from just falling right over with some weight pressing against it. She always had posture, so it wasn't surprising to see that her back was squared away with her bust poking out, it was just something that she did out of habit. Hearing his response from her teasing, caused her to let out a soft giggle, "Then how else are you going to meet friends or people to help you out?" she responded, arching her eyebrow.

She already knew that he wouldn't be able to tell her detail for detail about his work life, she knew that it had to be confidental and she was only looking for the outcome of the day and not the adventures of the day itself. She was so understanding of his mission to salvage some poor peoples minds, and knew that she probably would go insane, if she was raised by her biological mother. She was kinda glad that she grew up with a little white family and was given more opprotunities to branch out into the world and she was so very thankful of it. She knew that spanking came with the territory of having caring parents, and knew that it was a fine line of being too much. Speaking of spanking, the thought of it caused her to bring her glass to her lips to take another sip to keep herself from biting her lip. Hearing his response about his day caused her to let out a small giggle at the situation, "Though it seems like it'll take longer than just an hour, Babe." she responded.

She couldn't help but noticed that he was checking her out, and by now she was use to getting those types of look. She did have a small crush on him and had been failing at the object of hiding it. She heard his compliment with a question attached to it. "Thanks, I'd compliment you but I figured you already know that you look good." she replied to the compliment first and took a small sip, "My day was just like any other day, i'm probably going to have to hire an accountant soon." she answered his question.

The beautiful people had an act for showing up at the type of jobs that tended to pay better then strippers, i mean, lets face it attractive people tend to do better in occupations then unattractive people do. So, in theory, she was one of the lucky ones that looked like the ugly stick didn't beat her a few times, but she didn't just get back on her looks, no. It took a lot of hardwork and effort to get to where she was today, and no one was ever going to say that she got by one her looks, she would probably slap them and remove them from her prescents or worse, her life.

There were a few types of guys and they were guy, assholes and the type of guys that were marriage material, the last one tended to already be married or working on there way on being homosexual. She didn't need a man in her life to tell her that she was gorgeous, successful or brilliant, she could just look back at her company Charming and tell it to herself, she had proof that she was all those things. Hearing his response, caused her to lightly smile towards her, "Well, everyone deserves some respect, though by definition, people you don't know are strangers, which are strange people." she replied to him, with ease. Sometimes she was unaware how people got there amusement from when it came to trolling and such, she felt like some things were pointless, but she also had a difficult time of cutting loose and having fun. A stick in the mud, if you will.

Hearing him reply caused her to flash him a smile, "If you're going to blush, blush. There isn't any shame in that. And yes, it'll allow some form of pressure to be taken off from me and i get to stress less." she replied to him. She wouldn't know how to function if the stress from her occupation completely disappear, she would assume that she had gone insane and check herself in the caution asylum that the town had it within it. She felt a gentle touch graze the skin of her cheek which caused her eyes to leave his face to his hand and back at him, why was he touching her? Men always tended to confuse her when it came to romance and other tricks that they had.

Hearing his response, caused her to playfully roll her eyes at him, "Our jobs seem to be way more important then calling in sick." she mused, to his first thing and he sprung on the whole National Cheesecake Day, "I think you're just pulling on my leg, but whatever." she replied with a light sigh. The last thing that she really wanted was a date at a bar, it made everything seem cheep and she had less motivation of drinking, cause she never had sex on the first date. It took a lot more effort on breaking her for a banging good time. But she could proudly say that this was far from the worse day, so she was going to have to be nice about it. "Bar food is never the best." she commented, playfully teasing her.

her delicate appearing hand was wrapped around the bottom of the wine glass with the margaritta still located inside the contents. she was moving her hand enough to make the liquids swirl around it while her eyes were scanning the menu that was placed before her. she wasn't really wanting anything on the menu and nothing sounded appetizing. the top layer of teeth rolled over her bottom lip, and glanced towards him when she heard his laugh; he had an adorable infectious sounding laugh. she flashed a smile back and it was gone, cause she was putting effort on attempting to enjoy the proposition. she listened to his voice into the earn out of the surrounding crowd, and the noise from the game that was on the television screen. "what do you have in mind?" she questioned him, while her eybrow lifted filled with curiousity.

she felt her knee being touched, she could remember plently of times that she's kicked or slapped someone away during college and stormed off. she didn't enjoy feeling vunerable since a smooth touch would send an easy going xyla wild, but there was always something wrong with that; xyla was an uptight, business woman. she got really uncomfortable when she couldn't control the way she felt, she felt misplaced. she watched him lean forward and heard his voice go straight from his lips to her eart, causing her lip to unvoluntary quiver. "there is always the masthead, they're suppose to be pleasant." she replied. she had already met the owner and thought that he was an arrogant douche, but she also knew that there was a chance that he wouldn't be there - it would be a blessing. "and if you don't want to go there, we could also go to another place where food is serve, that isn't a bar." she replied, taking another sip and setting her glass on the bar.

she twirled in her chair slowly and slipped off into a upright position and held out her hand for him, "come on." she said, she didn't realize that alluring tone in her voice. she let out a small breathe of air, and walked out of the bar and slightly noticed that heads were turned while she was lightly escorting her friend out of the bar. her heels hit the pavement and echoed a bit, still mixing in with the passing traffic, "did you drive here?" she asked, lifting her eyebrow and was wondering if walking there would be too big of a hasstle. exercise, eat and exercise was a good way to avoid unnessisary caleries.. not that she kept track of that.

The dark haired one found herself at a crossroads and she wasn't use to giving herself the opprotunity to share a compainionship with someone that does not concern her occupation. She didn't think of him as arrogant scum as how often most other men thought of themselves to start flirting with her and think they could have their way with her; however, none of them ever made it that far. She did have some friends that thought she was so uptight, since she never allowed herself to explore her sexual desires and needs. She never considered what the possiblities what would be on the menu, and it didn't occur to her that it may or may not cause an issue. Though she doubted another problem about the setting would come back into play. She heard him speak of a dive bar and lifted her eyebrow, "I don't eat at bars, they're for alcohol, in my book." she replied to him.

She took a notice that he left a bit more then what his tab should be held as, which caused her to smile and it was mostly to herself. She was glad to feel the summer's breeze against her bare skin of her cheeks, and she figured that it would be a nice time to walk now that the heat of the sun wouldn't cause a damper in their parade. She smiled towards him when she heard his response towards her question, she gave him a gentle nod, "Very well then." she replied and started walking towards the direction of their destination, "It's nice weather, now that the sun is gone." she commented.

The stroll had only taken a moment before she felt their finger intertwining with each other, it caused her eyes to glanced down at them and back ahead of her, "It's nice to know that you're not scared to do something that you want." she commented about it, she would be okay with as long as it was slow and didn't frighten her with the progression. Her eyes stayed infront of her, while her shoulders were sqared away always feeling the need to keep her pose, as if she was royality. She glanced towards him when she heard him clear his throat and listened to his question that followed it. "Because most men are unfit for a serious relationship." she replied to him, it's not the whole reason but it is part of it.