As luck would have it...(lock please)
Etain gazed up at the night sky and couldn't help but frown as she noticed the dark clouds forming, followed by a single drop of rain that landed on the tip of her nose. She let out a deep sigh and made her way through the door of The Grand Piazza.
Her eyes quickly scanned the lobby and she knew she had found just the place she was looking for. At least for the moment. She wandered around the lobby until she spotted the bar, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her Versace jeans. She gave the bartender a small smile as she walk past him to one of the deep arm chairs beside the fire. She sunk down in the chair and closed her eyes, glad to hear Norah Jones playing softly in the background. Nearness Of You was playing, which was one of her favorites.
She opened her eyes and tilted her head slightly at the woman that was standing before her, "Would you like a drink, ma'am?"
Etain nodded, reaching up and tugging softly at her right ear, "I would, thank you. A dirty martini. Belvedere vodka.....extra dirty"
The woman wordlessly turned towards the bar and left Etain sitting there, enjoying the roar of the fire and the soft music.
Liam grins devilishly and abruptly slides forward in his chair, pushing his leg further between Etain's legs, barely an inch short of her crotch and starts moving it in small circles again.
"As far as seducing women goes, I can't say that I can remember ever having done that!"
She cursed under her breath and looked around, pulling her shirt from against her skin, "Son of a bitch.."
"Please, allow me" Liam said quietly into Etain's ear, lowering his leg slightly so that her feet barely touched the ground. Waving the waitress over to get a towel, he began slowly trying to dab the cranberry juice off of it, knowing that it was a lost cause.
"I am afraid this shirt is ruined little Etain, I have a number of shirts that should fit you up in my room, if you wish"
She couldn't believe that she had gotten herself into this position. She took the towel from him and nodded, "That may not be a bad idea. I don't know if I can walk home looking like I stabbed a kitten." She held the towel up against the front of her shirt, wondering to herself if he was ever going to put her down.
My sincerest apologize my dear, I am afraid I am sometimes slightly clumsy he said as he slowly lowered her to the ground.
He wrapped his arm around her back, the fingers reaching around to her sides.
Lets go get you something else to wear shall we?
(lock please)