OregonGal
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celeste
Celeste felt a shock jolt through her as the woman made eye contact, the smile attached to the look eased the shock some as if... as if she was being friendly. She quickly flashes a nervous smile and then stares at her hands folded on the tabletop, playing with the scratches on it. She almost jumps as her drink arrives and huskily laughs, clears her throat and says "Thanks" after holding up some money.
Celeste takes a long drink in a nervous thirst, almost choking on the first taste. She exhales harshly and blushes as the bartender turns to look at her, she smiles andholds up the glass as if making a silent toast like she had seen in movies on tv and takes another drink, much more carefully this time.
She starts to warm up and slips her jacket off and lays it down neatly in the seat beside her and returns to hte glass in front of her, playing absently with the straw with her tongue and lips as her eyes rove the room again. her attention keeps being drawn to the pool table and the attractive couple there. Its almost hypnotic draw, pulls her even more than the last Victorian novel she read, thinking back to that, she squirms imaging herself as the heroine.
Celeste felt a shock jolt through her as the woman made eye contact, the smile attached to the look eased the shock some as if... as if she was being friendly. She quickly flashes a nervous smile and then stares at her hands folded on the tabletop, playing with the scratches on it. She almost jumps as her drink arrives and huskily laughs, clears her throat and says "Thanks" after holding up some money.
Celeste takes a long drink in a nervous thirst, almost choking on the first taste. She exhales harshly and blushes as the bartender turns to look at her, she smiles andholds up the glass as if making a silent toast like she had seen in movies on tv and takes another drink, much more carefully this time.
She starts to warm up and slips her jacket off and lays it down neatly in the seat beside her and returns to hte glass in front of her, playing absently with the straw with her tongue and lips as her eyes rove the room again. her attention keeps being drawn to the pool table and the attractive couple there. Its almost hypnotic draw, pulls her even more than the last Victorian novel she read, thinking back to that, she squirms imaging herself as the heroine.
