His brown hair had grown rougher and messier and his hands were just a tad rougher than I remembered. His height was still prominent though, not as tall as Reid but still. Now where do you get off comparing these two men? The question has me smiling like a fool. I never did actively compare the two of them, but my brain did subconsciously note the differences between the two of them, like their heights, their hair and eye colors. They both had the same fierce and agile fighting techniques, Reid was just...more.....agile though, more fierce. I don't know if I was imagining it but he's been acting a bit more distant or more strict over the past two months.
He's never been one to coddle a person but even this was different. It felt like he was 1000 miles away and infused in the air I breathe forcing its way into my lungs it was confusing. Exhaling, I pay attention to my vicinity and scan for him again, there he was, coming my way with two wine glasses in hand. "Here you go." He says. Damn even his voice got rougher. "Thankyou. You look..."
"Different? I know." Garth finishes and chuckles. "People keep thinking that all night, anyway, how have you been?" he asks. "I've been okay, progressing just fine, no new memories recovered so..." I trail off and take a sip of the wine handed to me.
"What about him?" he drawls. His voice change is so obvious but if he'll deflect if I ask him about it. He's not talking to Reid after the whole wraith-daddy incident. I've tried my fair amount of chances to convince him to make up with his friend but all efforts were rendered futile. He is angry with him and there was nothing to do about it. The most I do now is pretend that they are in fact not having a cold war. "You haven't seen him yet? He's looking quite dashing today." I add in the last bit just to sting him a bit. He falls very silent, now this definitely confirms that they've seen each other.
"Garth." I voice out his name like a whine because even though I do enjoy taunting him, I also can't handle this back and forth with them. "We did talk Reika." He admits after a sucking in a breath, he looks down at his wine glass, no doubt contemplating if he wants to share more or not. After a long moment he finally breaks the awkward silence. "You honestly don't know how terrifying this is for him, and how immensely stressing it also is for me. I don't blame you at all for what happened but....." he pauses and takes a sip of his wine.
What the hell is he talking about? I stare blank at him the whole time hoping he'll clarify this statement but he doesn't. "We should probably leave before any of Meridian's board spot us." Is all he says after we are done with our wine, I put my hand in his and we make our way out of the crowded hall. The halls at Meridian are so bland but so damn relaxing at the same time it's so confusing. We make our way to the common rooms. Majority of the corridors led to the common room. It is a huge hexagonal shaped room that connected three separate buildings, the design itself was ingenious. It was huge and spacious, a huge conference table in the center, couches and armchairs spread out evenly everywhere. Snack bars and a bevy section included, a pool across the room where they had a set up entertainment spot, darts, laser tags except their version of it was more lethal.
The walls in here were a type of vibrant blue that you would not expect at a defense magical organization like this but this was their relaxing space so its understandable. The walls also have this intricate winding tendrils of painting at the edges and entrance that were silver and black. To the normal eye it might look like it was an interior design option but judging by Reid's and Garth's Training leathers that have the same lining, I'm certain that they have protection runes in them.
"This way." Garth says as he entwines his fingers with mine and leads me to the bevy section. As if I haven't had enough drinks for the night. "Okay so the drinks in this particular room have some sort of enchantment to them that you can take as many as you want, but you don't get drunk past tipsy." he explains. I'm sure he thinks I should be mesmerized by this information. I chuckle internally. "You're talking to a bartender you know, I do this plenty of times at Spice to keep the old nasty men at bay. Keeps the money coming."
"Of course you do. You're Reika the great. The second most powerful mage who's a part-time bartender with a severe case of amnesia." He states as he gesticulates his hands and we both laugh to that. We tone down on the laughing as he pours me a martini and adds a little absinthe to it. Well he wants to have you all to himself tonight doesn't he? I eye the drink being gently placed in front of me like offering to a goddess, I reach out and take it and my hands brush his, our eyes meet for the slightest of seconds and the pure feral desire that is shared in this moment is enough to liquefy my insides.
He was like my personal punching bag except I didn't let out my anger on him. I let out my sexual frustration. Your human aphrodisiac. The thought comes from him which startles me for a second then my lips come up in a mischievous smile that has him walking around the counter as he fixes the collar of his shirt. Fuck that is insanely sexy. I can't tell if it's the fact that I haven't been touched in a month or if I was just this rugged feral version of him that turned me the hell on in this moment.
He comes to a halt slowly an inch away from my face. I'm a tall lady, I know that, but I still loved that he towered above me like this but was as submissive as a dog. You like being by sexual punch bag? I tease. He exhales slowly, his right hands cups the back of my neck and angles my face a bit upwards so that I'm staring directly at him. His left hand finds the small of my back. As long as you love punching me I have no problem love. He growls in my mind and slowly presses a kiss at the edge of my jawline. Gods this was going to be a long night.
Hey girl. A voice intrudes my thoughts and whatever sexual drowsiness I was in disappears instantly. Garth must hear something too because he pauses on his advances as well and respectfully puts his hands behind his back. "A. Telena." He says respectfully with a light head bow. Well damn, that might have been sexier. Telena stands at the entrance beside the bevy station, both her hands clutching her purse. She's clad in a magnificently fitting golden velvet dress that clings to her so beautifully. Strapless with a thigh high slit and a v neck-line, she looked jaw-droppingly gorgeous. Maybe I should be fucking her. I chuckle at the thought, she smiles at me playfully and waves. Garth shuffles uncomfortably and excuses himself. That is my boss you know he mutters before giving an excuse and living the room.
"Human aphrodisiac huh?" Telena teases and we both laugh at that as we hug.