Office Affairs

Razmatazz and Regrets

     Stacie and Breyden walk into this little bar that looks like it would be a hole in the wall dive, but it was anything but. Stacie was greeted by a server who took her coat into a separate room and locked it away safely and was ushered to a lounge area that looked something like you'd see in an 80's romcom. The plush loveseats and couches that were of red and pink and burgundy velvets all circling around dark cherry wood center tables. The room was dim, slightly eery for only being 4:00PM. Breyden raises to fingers and quietly ushering over the bartender, "A shot of bourbon for me and your best tequila for the lady, shaken with ice and poured neat." 
      Breyden sits on the couch ushering for Stacie to join him, she sits nervously, "Thanks for the outing, sometimes it's nice to get away from it all," Stacies face shines under the dim red lighting that just made everything feel a little more intimate. She looks over, Breyden has already finished his shot and is drinking Tennessee Whiskey, neat of court, and has already ordered Stacie getting more relaxed every sip. She slouches her back against the loveseat, resting her arm on the rest holding the razzmatazz that felt so sweet as it tickled the back of her throat, "Hey bartender, two more over here, please!" she announces chuckling at her voice that slurred ever so slightly. 
          Breyden's face lightens as he sees Stacie finally enjoying herself. He inches closer to her, "So what awaits for you at home, tonight? An exciting novel, pilates, or I know... you're hosting a world peace meeting, like the angel you are," Breyden winks as Stacie instantly turns four shades of red. 
            "Oh, I wish,"  she said, "Sometimes I wish I could pick up and start new, leave behind what I know, the charity cases I call my relationships and embark on something new and exciting," Stacie shrugs sipping her cocktail and watching Breyden stare at her lap, oh god did I spill this on me?? she thought to herself, "What about you," she enters back into the conversation, "what's your story?"

               "All the same," Breyden looks to the floor, "Sometimes we get so caught up in trying to save what never was, or what shouldn't be. We get caught up in making sure our stories happen a certain way, because it matters so much what irrelevant people think about our lives. And that's how we miss out on some of the best adventures, it's how we miss an opportunity that is at our fingertips. Sometimes, I have to wonder if I'm too late," the mood shifts, and Stacie and Breyden make eye contact after a long bat of silence, and it electrifies an energy in the room that made all other energies seem nonexistent, "Wow,  you look beautiful tonight," Breyden says, reaching out his hand moving the long strands of blonde hair hiding Stacies face, and . trucking the hair behind her ear. Her smile could melt the arctic oceans, and fill the souls of the saddest children, he thought to himself.
                  His touch could mend the most broken souls and are softer than a the plushest pillow, Stacie silently whispers to herself, she reaches out her hand and ruffles his color upright, which had gotten tangled somewhere between shots, and whiskey neat, and the cocktails they'd been sipping on for the last several hours. As Stacie pulls the color upright, goosebumps go down Breyden's spine and move through Stacie like a bolt of lightening, the bartender walks over as they both raise one finger, "Another round of shots," they say in unison as the clock strikes last call. How did it get so late? As they both sip the last drink of the night, they share a laugh, making Stacie drop her shot, spilling it on herself, "What a mess!" Stacie exclaims laughing. Breyden inches closer again and this time Stacie takes notice. She sits upright, as he extends a cloth wiping the tequila from her chin, she looks up and locks eye contact, and in that moment they were the only two in the room.  
                   Stacie leans closer, starting at the lips that were glossed in alcohol and experience. Breyden looks down at the beautiful woman who sat in front of him. Noticing how her lips gleamed a little extra as the lights got dimmer.  It was like slow motion, both waiting for the other's approval, breathing softly, feeling the others breath dance across their lips. Stacie extends an arm, wrapping herself around Breyden, locking lips for what felt like eternities and only seconds. Breyden pulls Stacie in closer, their bodies pressed against each other, they both taste of vodka and whiskey and tequila and rum. As they pull apart, Stacie feels her cheeks turn to fire, is this really happening? Breyden sits back down and Stacie follows, starting beside him, slowly leaning against him, when she feels his lips tickling the back of her neck. Stacie grins ear to eat, sitting on his lap, resting her legs over the edge of the seat, she wraps herself around him and buries herself in his neck. Exchanging soft kisses, Stacie props herself up on Breyden's lap, leaning against him chest to chest, she her arms around his neck and entangles her fingers in the thick head of hair. She presses her lips against his, until all she can hear is the sound of two lips pressed together, moving slightly, little bits at a time. They both feel this surge like this deep rooted feeling of intimacy had been awoken after years of being asleep. Stacie relaxes her body falling into his, and in the moment time stood still and it was perfect.