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trace_of_scarlet) wrote2012-02-29 09:34 pm
trace_of_scarlet) wrote2012-02-29 09:34 pm
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One more text-fic!
And it's sort of a follow-on from this. Well, maybe. In one universe.
Kaidy sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Martin, darling, if I am going to argue with you, I am absolutely not doing so whilst sober. Get me a double of my usual, would you please? Tell Bar to charge it to my tab.”
He’s uneasy, but he obeys – although he keeps glancing back to that slumped yellow head, afraid she’ll vanish back to the city like an alley-cat. In the end he only looks away for long enough to pick their drinks up from the bartop, and yet it is still long enough that all he sees is a flash of golden hair before the door slams shut behind her.
“KAIDY!”
When he reaches their table, of course, it is far too late: the only trace of her is a note scribbled on a napkin and a lingering trace of cigarette smoke and perfume, hanging on the air like the final note of a song.
Red, love,
Sorry to run out on you like this, but duty calls and spending all evening with you was far too tempting. Imagine the damage to my reputation if I lost my nerve! DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME AND DON’T FUSS. Have a drink on me, then kiss some gorgeous blonde and pretend she’s as attractive as I am!
She has signed it with the name Katherine Hawkins and a kiss, the scarlet lipstick-print neat as a first-class stamp. Martin sinks down into the chair she has left behind and, although he stays there for some time, she does not return.
Kaidy sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Martin, darling, if I am going to argue with you, I am absolutely not doing so whilst sober. Get me a double of my usual, would you please? Tell Bar to charge it to my tab.”
He’s uneasy, but he obeys – although he keeps glancing back to that slumped yellow head, afraid she’ll vanish back to the city like an alley-cat. In the end he only looks away for long enough to pick their drinks up from the bartop, and yet it is still long enough that all he sees is a flash of golden hair before the door slams shut behind her.
“KAIDY!”
When he reaches their table, of course, it is far too late: the only trace of her is a note scribbled on a napkin and a lingering trace of cigarette smoke and perfume, hanging on the air like the final note of a song.
Red, love,
Sorry to run out on you like this, but duty calls and spending all evening with you was far too tempting. Imagine the damage to my reputation if I lost my nerve! DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME AND DON’T FUSS. Have a drink on me, then kiss some gorgeous blonde and pretend she’s as attractive as I am!
She has signed it with the name Katherine Hawkins and a kiss, the scarlet lipstick-print neat as a first-class stamp. Martin sinks down into the chair she has left behind and, although he stays there for some time, she does not return.