InAllRetrospect wrote:
Awkward silences were something Alexander didn't handle very well and he felt the need to fill the space with his voice . He'd always had a big mouth, saying things he shouldn't. It got him into trouble a lot because he didn't know when to stop. But he could tell he'd put his foot right in it from the reaction he got from Ayah. Why couldn't he have just kept his fucking mouth shut? He walked round to the back of the bar as she picked out what she wanted to drink, rum and cola. It was simple but he liked that. Sometimes the simple things in life were the best, something his family didn't quite understand. He got a glass out for himself, putting a few ice cubes in the glass before pouring some scotch in the glass. He didn't usually take a mixer, finding it went down better without anything else. Lifting the glass, he took a sip before walk around to the other side of the bar where she was sitting. He'd noticed as they walked in, her eyes moving around the living room and her eyes landing on each individual thing. "It's a bit excessive huh?" he said to her, lifting the glass up to take another sip from it. At this rate he'd be onto his second glass in no time, he had to slow down. "The drawing room is worse, pictures of ancestors I never knew all staring back at me," he said, resisting the urge to shudder at the thought. He hated that room. In fact, he hated just being back here. He wanted to go back to his own apartment where he could just be himself.
Carmen nodded as he spoke, his words sounded reasonable, almost like he knew what they were supposed to be doing. He seemed like a proud, confident man and if Carmen had been in a different setting she could see herself being drawn to him. However, here she felt so out of place and nervous that it was the last thing on her mind. She was just trying to remember to breathe properly at this moment. She nodded her head at his word, "Yes please," she agreed. The sound of alcohol might ease her nerves a little and make it more manageable. Plus the idea of someone walking in on them whilst they were chatting was less than ideal. She followed behind him into a different room and she let her eyes move around the wall, the furniture even the little ornaments that sat about. Everything was pristine, everything was perfect. But most all, everything looked really, really expensive. She told him her drink order which was just a gin and tonic and she took the glass from him as she continued to absorb every inch of the room. One day soon, she'd be living here and she couldn't quite see herself lying on the couch in a pair of cycling shorts and a sports bra. That might not go down too well. She took a sip from the glass as she looked over at him, "So .. what do you do with your time?" she asked, feeling a little braver now she had alcohol in her hand.