#THREAD. ( elias & kristen. ) ( modern. ) ( undercover. ) 001.

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TRANSFERRED FILE. || @horrorempathy Kristen & Elias. VERSE: modern. ( undercover. ) 001. THREAD: to be named.

    They’d warned him away – the pained expression that lurched across more than one of their faces when he’d nudged them, elbowed them and asked if they’d recognized her had told him they did, and they’d been quick to try and warn him off, discouraging him from the risk of getting – best case scenario, they’d said – his balls busted.  But whatever degree of casual interest he’d had in the drop dead gorgeous blonde that had strolled into the bar like she owned the place had kicked up about ten degrees when he’d heard her name.  A double take, a slightly less than surreptitious glance back up and over her form, one hand drifting up to rub a little against the nape of his neck, downing the last of his beer for a touch of courage-bolstering, and to give him the excuse he needed to stroll his way towards the bar.  

    “Another draft, if you would,” he drawled, settling the empty mug onto the bar, weight leaning in casually on an elbow as he glanced, almost like it was an afterthought, towards Kristin, and then back to the bartender with a nod.  “And whatever the lady’s having, on me.”

‘ I  HATE  TO  TELL  YOU  THIS,  bud,  but  you  can’t  buy  your  way  into  my  pants.    i’m ALREADY rich.  ’       kristen’s  low  voice  is  both  sultry  &  laced  with  sarcasm.     head  doesn’t  turn TOWARDS  THE  STRANGER.    bartender  already  knows  what  she  wants.    it’s A  SIMPLE  ROUTINE  at  all  local  bars.  

‘  YOU  MIGHT  WANT  TO  TRY one  of  the  girls  cradling  alcohol  like  it’s  a  man  siren. ’       head  does  turn,  JUST  NOT  TOWARDS  HIM.    down  the  bar,  towards  another  girl,  hair  all DONE  UP,  looking  around.   searching  exactly  for  a  man  like  kristen  has  right  now.     kristen  always  seems  professional,  anyway.    IT’S  HER  SIGNATURE  STYLE.      just  everything  about  her  is  COMPLETELY  EXOTIC.    even  in  business  attire.    black  button-up  shirt  UNBUTTONED  JUST  RIGHT,  gray  dress  pants  perfectly  fitting,  black  high  heels  with  just  enough  CLICK  WHEN  SHE  WALKS.

  He didn’t even bother to follow her indication to the other women in the bar – he’d had no interest in them before her arrival, he certainly didn’t have any interest in them now.   A low smirk played over his lips as he lounged back, elbows propped up on the bar behind her, his attention remain almost entirely on her, though the awareness of his surroundings and peripheral was a constant.  “Well that’s awfully presumptuous of you,” he tsked, lightly, a single, scarred brow skipping upwards at her first words.  “Maybe I’m just looking for a little friendly battle of wits,” he suggested.   “But you know, if you want to make sure the lines are clearly drawn in the sand, that’s cool – you’re absolutely welcome to buy me a drink instead, leaving the ball squarely in your court.  Takes the pressure off me, anyways, probably couldn’t afford what a lady like you prefers, I’d hate to have to count out pocket change while trying to look el macho.”