First Impressions

This is all thanks to Caitlin and Li. Thanks you guys,the best advice is just to write.
Thanks to Caitlin formaking this whatit is, for Li for making me giggle and staying up with me and chatting.
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Máirín pulled a seat up at the bar, in the middle of Seattle, at midnight. She smelled the intoxicated air, the bustling of random smokers and drinkers. She didn’t belong here, but she didn’t want to go home, and she wanted to be immersed in something. Máirín ordered a tall glass of Vodka, which came in a martini glass…how odd; but she drank it all the while. It felt good and sour as it washed down her throat. Perfect. She sighed and finished her first drink quickly. As the bartender handed her second drink without question and she took it, looking around the bar. She could feel her tight shoes cutting off her circulation at her ankles, she could feel her short black dress that stopped past her knees and flared out, allowing her room to walk. It also accentuated her curves nicely. Not that anyone noticed. She groaned as she took yet another drink from the bar and finally stood up. Her feet throbbed and she could barely walk. Not that it mattered, nothing mattered, because she was here to enjoy his night…well she already did that. Now she was just, well. Alone. Máirín pulled at her dress and tried to look even more attractive than she was.

“Excuse me, are you, trying to impress the wall?”

“Uh, no of course not,” Máirín stuttered.

“I’m Kristofer.” Kristofer extended his hand and she took it.

“Máirín,” Máirín choked out and set her drink down.

“Beautiful name,” he noted.

“Part German, part Irish,” she intoned quietly, abashed. “But thank you.” She muttered.

“You here for anything special?”

“Oh, I was just at my friend Mathew’s wedding. It’s, uh, over. And since I didn’t have a date, I figured – hey why not go out and get drunk?” Máirín mentally slapped herself and moaned at her stupidity.

“Good reason.” He intoned, nodding in agreement.

“No it isn’t, I sound like an idio-” Máirín groaned louder and reasoned that she must be very drunk to have said that aloud.

“Are you, okay?” Kristofer asked. Máirín slumped into the chair she had been sitting at. She stayed there for what seemed like an eternity. When she looked up Kristofer, his pale skin glowing in the dancing light, stood in front of her, quite patiently.

“You’re still here?” she said softly.

“I get the feeling you don’t want me here? Should I go?” Kristofer made a motion towards the door. No, please, don’t go! Máirín’s brain shouted at her.

“No, please, sit. Sit down.” Kristofer did as she said, and pulled up a seat up next to Máirín, and looked into her bright green eyes. Stunning green eyes, even in the flashing room he could make them out so clearly. Máirín coughed deliberately.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve drifted off, what did you say?” it was his turn to act rather foolishly.

“I asked what you were doing here.” Máirín repeated calmly.

“Oh, that. Well,” Kristofer stumbled. “I guess I don’t know. I was walking around and it got rather cold, it being mid-October…” Máirín nodded. “So I suppose I just ended up here. But your story is much more interesting, a wedding did you say?” Kristofer swiftly avoided the topic of his own wonderings. He was telling the truth, he just left out a few details.

“Yes, my long time friend. He invited me, so of course I had to go – but there’s the stupid must have date, rule. So I just went with a friend of mine whose wife was off on business,” Máirín commented dryly, but Kristofer seemed intrigued. He waited for her to continue.

“Uh yes, so that was that. The reception was wonderful I guess, but my shoes are killing me,” she laughed softly and reached down to undue the straps of her shoes. Blood flowed through to her feet again and she felt a rush of dizziness, influenced by the four glasses of very sharp Vodka she’d had as well. She suddenly felt Kristofer catch her arm and she looked around to see everything at an eyelevel. Why was she on the floor? She scrambled to her feet and grabbed her shoes and her bag.

“Je suis terriblement désolé,” she muttered to him, years of French honors coming back in one embarrassing moment.

“Don’t be.” He caught her other arm and planted her in the chair. “Please, will you stay?” he was begging her.

“I can’t, I really should go – I mean…” she was running out of excuses. “Yes.” They allowed each other to refill their glasses once more. There was no use in both of them unable to get home…

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Máirín stumbled up the stairs, shoes and bag in one hand and her other wrapped around Kris’s neck. Her lips pressed against his as he fumbled for his keys. He unlocked the door to his studio apartment and they staggered in. Máirín motioned to the floor with her shoes and he nodded. She dropped them, along with her bag and they resumed fighting their way towards the bed. With a lot of giggling and intoxicated sureness, they were soon exposed to each other under the blankets – the cold night air flying through the small opening in the window. Máirín’s strawberry blond hair fell down her back as it came unraveled from the bun and Kristofer ran his fingers through the conditioned smooth locks. Máirín’s fingers danced along his chest, pulling her lips away for a moment so air could reach her gasping lungs.

“Your hair smells good.” Kristofer muttered softly.

“Thank you,” she kissed his neck and pulled him closer, wanting to escape the cold she knew was brewing outside.

“So I guess going out tonight…” he took a deep breath, smiling down at her, “wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”

His lips falling onto hers swallowed her “it was a wonderful idea,” but she didn’t care in the least. She felt his fingers grab her hair, pulling from the roots and she longed to scream out, but she didn’t, and she could feel his legs wrapping and twisting around hers and pulling the sheets into a tangled mass around their merged bodies. It was quite peaceful, and fast, and warm, and sweet, and everything nice. It seemed to last forever, and she didn’t want it to stop…he kissed her neck, and her nose and her ears and she could feel his fingers wandering over her pale skin. She was vaguely aware of what her own hands were doing; and she smiled. Máirín’s mind drifted as they wound down, and she almost passed out.

“Máirín?” Kristofer’s gruff voice filled her ears. She loved his voice.

“Mmm?” she answered. He didn’t say anything for a long time and she thought he might’ve fallen asleep but he finally responded with a sleepy ‘never mind.’ Máirín burrowed her head into his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. falling asleep with someone right beside her, Máirín decided, was possibly the best feeling in the world. A few sleepy revelations floated about her mind…maybe she should wake him up and try to talk to him? Or maybe she should just let him sleep, or maybe she should get up and leave…Warm blackness filled her vision and the trickling rain outside the window lulled her to sleep rhythmically.

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