A Night in a Year: 17. Bright Eyes

[jacquelineb]

She looks over her shoulder once on the way to the bathroom. He is staring after her, eyes narrowed. She can’t tell if the irritation is genuine or put on. She smiles, indulgent, and continues on.

The bathroom has something like an entrance way, one door into a shared space, before offering the options of Mens and Ladies. The lighting is a soft blue.

She is not alone in the shared space. A man is waiting there, about her age. He leans against the wall, and his eyes flick to her as soon as she enters. They are bright, almost shimmering, and she stares.

He wears a leather jacket and a white t-shirt that glows blue under the lights. He is in jeans, well-fitted, frayed at the hems, and black boots. Even less so than her new friend outside, this bar doesn’t look like something he’d go to. His curls are shaggy about his head, and she would have said that his stubble was kept at a deliberate length, rather than due to lazy shaving habits.

He is another kind of ‘interesting.’

The end of his mouth quirks up, and her tongue follows it, slipping out of her mouth in a corner, tracing her upper lip. But she sees the first motion towards her, and she pushes the door to the Ladies and enters. Only the bravest man would follow her there.

She washes her hands, pats them dry with the paper towels there. Then she checks her lipstick, reapplying it, thinking of her lips on her new friend’s cheek, of leaving her mark there. Or on his neck. She brushes at her hair with her fingers. She pulls her dress back down, having ridden up her thighs as she sat there.

She will not wipe away the growing wetness between her legs.

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Next: 18. Grasping

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