intertwined destinies, jimmy

  Eyes scanning, the bar, Kayleigh took in the people that littered the small area. There was a trio of girls in the corner, chatting away endlessly. Two middle aged men sat talking and watching whatever it was that was being shown on the TV above them. A group of obvious friends were sitting at a booth. A couple of the guys seemed to be cute from a distance. But they all seemed to be in pairs for the night. Bummer. Other groups and singlets lay scattered across the floor, but she decided to be patient and wait to decide who to start a conversation with, whether male or female. Some guys in their 20's had caught the brunettes eye, as well as a few girls that looked as if they were down for a fun night of dancing and doing what the poison humans called alcohol prodded them to do. Sighing, the young girl leaned against the wall that the chair she had chosen was placed next to, and continued sipping on her drink.

  Having no one to talk to, her mind slipped from the bar. Of course, she was there, absentmindedly moving her chair from side to side with her hips, humming and drinking. But she had spaced out and was not thinking about her classes. Some were for fun, some her counselor had suggested for her career choice. And the one class she possibly needed the most was the one she had been waiting to hear about. She'd missed the deadline for registration on the class and now had to wait to see if the counselor had gotten her in. Or, when she did, that is. Yet, until then, she was stuck wondering how much catch up work she would have to give, or what she would have to give to eliminate some of that work. And how the teacher was going to be. Male or female. Strict or a pushover. Old or young. An ass or a sweetheart. Just as she was about to make a picture a satisfactory teacher -she didn't like to have too high of expectations- her mind was returned by a glance. For a moment her eyes locked onto the other. As every other time she made eye contact with someone, a smile was forced onto her face and she glanced down to the floor for a half second and bit her lip softly to help contain her unwilling smile. Looking back up, she saw the strangers nod and raised her hand in a loose 'peace' salute.

  Noticing that he'd moved on to order, Kayleigh grabbed her drink and began sipping on it and began to space out again, singing the words to a song in her head. Without warning, a smooth voice filled her ear, asking what she was drinking. A soft chill rushed through her body. For the first time, she looked at the stranger closely. For a moment her voice was caught in her throat as she examined him. Noticing she was staring a bit, Kayleighs eyes moved to her glass, then back to the man in front of her. Who was quite cute, if she did say so herself. " Spiced rum and coke. " Her response was simple, and she added in a smile -which she felt came out as more of a smirk- for goo measure.