Friday 11 December 2015

The Hotel Bar

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Those who were dining alone had their fingers glued to screens to show that they did have some friends somewhere in the world. Those who were eating with colleagues, had faces glued to devices and promised ‘I'll be with you in a minute’, when deep down they knew they'd make that minute last for as long as they could. Those who sat with their partners looked at the assembled ranks of facebookers, tweeters and emailers with envy.

This was Colin's favourite environment; he thrived on loneliness. He knew that all he had to do was to get eye contact with one of the face bookers, smile so that his dimple melted just enough of her heart for them to consider infidelity, and then wander over and offer to buy her a drink. She'd insist on paying, she’d put it on her room, after all it was the company’s account.

This was Katie's favourite environment; she may look aloof and arrogant, but she knew that one of these loners would eventually approach her. She knew it would take someone with big balls, and big balls usually meant a big wallet. She was a challenge, one that someone in the room would rise to. She’d buy the first drink, but he'd pay in the end.

Colin approached the girl with the ponytail. She look like she would rather cut off his balls that have a conversation with anyone, but her eyes had searched him out at least twice, he knew she was interested. She'd be the one. He'd charm her, and then he’d charge her, simple.

Here he comes thought Katie, this should be good, he looks loaded. This could be a very lucrative evening. She sat up straight and smiled at the man, she could tell by the look on his face that in minutes she'd have dipping into his pocket. And when he did, he'd find her prices very reasonable.

“How are you?” he said.
“How are you?” she replied.
“Fancy a drink?” he said.

“Let me get these,” she replied.
Bingo, he thought.
Sucker, she thought.

Colin looked at her; he liked what he saw. Her smile was sweet. She might be a client, but there was no reason not to enjoy his job. She'd melted from ice maiden to a bit of a minx in seconds. Her body curved, her eyes sparkled; it would be money well earned. It was time to get things moving.

He was a bit of a dish. His dimple was cute, and his shoulders filled his suit jacket perfectly. What's more he made her chuckle, she’d fake one thing tonight but not laughter. This was going to be one of her better jobs. It was time to take things up a level.

“Shall we, um…” he said.
“Go somewhere a little more private?” she suggested.
“I'm sure we could come to some kind of arrangement,” they said in unison. 



2 comments:

  1. Petra Goláňová13 December 2015 at 09:02

    My FLs:
    Those who were dining alone had their fingers glued to screens to show that they did have some friends somewhere in the world. Those who were eating with colleagues, had faces glued to devices and promised ‘I'll be with you in a minute’, when deep down they knew they'd make that minute last for as long as they could. Those who sat with their partners looked at the assembled ranks of facebookers, tweeters and emailers with envy..
    ..He'd charm her, and then he’d charge her, simple....
    “I'm sure we could come to some kind of arrangement,” they said in unison.

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