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provenworth ([personal profile] provenworth) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2012-09-15 09:44 am
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Tonight the world is much smaller with room for only you and me.

 RCharacters: Elena [personal profile] provenworth and Reno [personal profile] midgarhorizon 
Setting:
Floor 38; Lounge; early evening of September 16th
Format: Whatever suits your fancy!
Summary: After a rather...awkward interaction two days prior, Elena needs to clear the air - with the help of liquid courage.
Warnings: Drinking and feels and who knows what else? Drinking. Nudity. RATED  M FOR  MATURE

Two days. That was the time frame that she'd set before leaving Reno sitting in the library, watching her leave with with stoic face, perhaps just as unsure how react over what had happened as she was. And it was during those two days that she'd locked herself up in her room, replaying the entire scenario, analyzing every movement, every word, reflecting to her own actions and reasons for them. Reasons that took her back to the same feeling, the same thought, and it was getting her nowhere. But she couldn't let more than the prescribed time pass before talking to Reno again - if he chose to show up. She had been in such a hurry that she hadn't waited to hear his response, and the sound of blood thundering through her veins had drowned out all other sounds. There were things that had to be said, apologies to be made for her abruptness and her poor communication skills.

In preparation of their meeting, Elena had made a little trip to the bar the pair ran, taking three bottles of the minty concoction that they'd made and a pair of glasses. Realizing that she'd not offered details as to where or when they'd meet, she sent him a text with her location and what time she'd be there. Once sent, she took the collected supplies and went straight to the lounge. Finding it open, much to her delight, she chose a seat near the window in a far corner and lined up the bottles and the pair of glasses on an adjacent coffee table to the long couch. Moving the bottles into a proper straight line, she turned to the couch, adjusting pillows and mentally playing out who would sit where.

Turning to the long wall of windows, she paused to use the reflection, adjusting her tie and ran her fingers through her hair. Fingers played nervously with her jacket, dusting off invisible lint and dust, before moving back to the couch. Sitting down, Elena poured herself a pre-meeting drink to calm her nerves, downing half of it  with three gulps before resting it  in her lap. And then she waited, her hands holding her half-filled glass in her lap, watching the movement of the darkening clouds beyond the tower.


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