Lessa 1 Posted December 8, 2014 Author #21 Share Posted December 8, 2014 The woman stared at him for a moment, drinking in his words. The alcohol was beginning to work its way through her system, and it took a bit longer than usual to put meaning to his words. But Lessa was also having a difficult time figuring out if his words were genuine or not. Did he honestly believe that she was a good leader? Or were there hints of sarcasm beneath those word? Finally, she gave up trying to figure him out. With a loud snort, Lessa traced the rim of her glass with the tip of her pointer finger. "You don't even want to be a leader, and you could still do the job better than I could." She looked over at him, rolled her eyes, and added, "if that isn't the most pathetic thing you've ever heard." The music shifted, and another dance beat began to throb within the walls of the inn. Lessa groaned. "I came here to get away from all of this," she called to him over the noise, "and here I am talking business again. What the hell?" Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Posted December 9, 2014 #22 Share Posted December 9, 2014 Alkor shook his head. "No one follows a man who lacks compassion," he stated, "and I certainly don't qualify for a Nobel Peace Prize." Lessa had the distinct and proper qualities of a woman who truly felt for others. A born leader, one might call her. "You get people. I don't. I don't want to." The alcohol seemed to barely singe him. He swished it around in his flagon. "I'd drag everyone to Hell with me if I fostered any delusion of leadership." Alkor gestured toward her. "Whereas you're actually doing it, mature enough or not." When the music escalated to an uncomfortable high, Alkor shifted in discomfort of his own. "Perhaps you ought to enjoy the music," he told her, gesturing toward the dance floor. "I'm just about to leave." Link to post Share on other sites
Lessa 1 Posted December 9, 2014 Author #23 Share Posted December 9, 2014 Blonde head tilted as she considered his comment about taking leave of this place. There was that nagging urge to pull him back to her, and insist that he stayed. It was a voice that was rarely silent, and tonight was no exception. But the music, and the alcohol, both worked to drown out that piece of her. Instead, she flashed him a broad smile. Reaching out a hand, she clapped the older player on the shoulder. "Fair enough," she told him, her own body slipping fluidly from the stool and to the dance floor. The heels of her boots struck the wood dully, and she took a brief second to tug her jeans a bit higher up her hips by the belt loops. Then, she tossed him a glance over her shoulder. Smiling slyly, she added, "I was surprised to see you here, anyway. I didn't think this was really your scene." Blue eyes drifted to the sea of people, scanning the faces through the darkness for anyone who looked approachable. "I'm sure I'll be able to con some poor player into dancing with me." Link to post Share on other sites
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