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Post by Bellona Whyte on Nov 3, 2017 15:28:44 GMT -7
Bellona was at one of the clubs in the district. It was everything the Capitol's clubs weren't. Sure, it held some form of exclusiveness but compared to the ones in the Capitol, it was plain and not extravagant at all. Somehow, she liked it. It wasn't over the top, like she was used to and how she'd enjoyed it before, but it was nice and the music wasn't too different. District 2 hadn't suffered much from the war and the people there weren't the ones you'd think had been through a ten year old war. They seemed cleaned up enough and not all too damaged.
Bell had never thought that everyone knew everyone in the district, so when she'd moved there she didn't think she would stand out too much. She'd been very wrong on that part. Despite her face probably being like any other person's, she still drew attention to herself. If it was the clothes or the way she carried herself, she didn't know. She also didn't know if she liked the looks in her direction or if she hated it. Only time could tell that. When she'd picked out her outfit, she hadn't been going for the kind that she'd wear in the Capitol. A set of a crop top along with a white skirt had been her idea of toning things down and when she looked around, many women were wearing the same kind of clothing. She sighed a little to herself. She'd never be able to figure this place out but it was still better than home.
Approaching the bar, she had to maneuver her way through dancing people and people who should probably go home and sleep based on how drunk they were. She couldn't help but smile a little. At least alcohol and partying was the same here. She took off her dusty green coat and hung it on the hook that was under the bar before taking a seat. Bell tapped on the coaster in front of her, signaling for the bartender to come over. The moment he started talking, she understood why he got this job. His charm and karisma was out of this world. She couldn't help but laugh a little, waving off all of his offers of drinks and beverages that he could make her. "I'll just have a sweet drink", she told him with a smile. It didn't take long before her drink was done and she had it in her hand. "Is it sweet enough for you love?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. Bellona met his gaze. "I'm sure you could have made it a tiny bit sweeter. But it'll do for now", Bell teased and began to look around. The place was packed with people, most of them around her own age or a little older. She was only there for the change in scenery, having grown bored of the square and her place.
Bellona sat there for a small amount of time, drinking and watching the people around her. It didn't take long before she could feel the eyes of someone on her back. Six months of someone stalking you, you grow a sixth sense when it comes to knowing if someone is watching you. Her heart picked up its pace and as she turned around in her stool, she realized that it wasn't hostile. The person had approached her and was now standing right next to her.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2017 17:03:26 GMT -7
Zeke felt as if he was done for the day. Mentally, he was clocked out. He knew that he shouldn’t be in that mindset, but he had two jobs now: the one that he usually did as peacekeeper, and then the security detail on the side with some rich girl that was supposed to be completely secret – including from her. Admittedly, it felt a bit like stalking. He tried to keep that thought at bay. He didn’t know the details of why he was watching over her or why it was a secret or why it was so high profile, but he just went with it. Zeke was good at not asking questions – that’s why he made such a good peacekeeper.
At that moment, though, Zeke wanted to go home. He had a rough day, and if one more person was an asshole to him he felt like he was going to lose it. His temper had the habit of getting the better of him, although he never took it out on anyone. Instead, he bottled it up just like he knew he shouldn’t. He was grateful at least he had Jake, who allowed him to rant when he needed to.
Luckily for Zeke, he was dressed appropriately for the bar that he apparently had to enter. Casual jeans, a jacket, and a green shirt – it didn’t seem that fancy. If it did, he would have had to change, which would have meant that this Bellona – whose name reminded him of the word bologna – would have to go unwatched for even longer. With how secretive this whole side job was, he was actually regretful that he couldn’t do it full-time. He felt guilty when he wasn’t around her and knew that if something happened to her when he wasn’t there, he would feel as if it were his fault. He wasn’t sure if someone else was there on his off-time as it wasn’t his information to have, but he assumed there must be. He just hoped that that person was competent.
He hung around awkwardly for a while near the door. He was hardly the social type and much preferred pubs to bars, but he had to make due with the situation. When he got a few strange looks for just standing there, he knew he had to move. He couldn’t just stand around and stare at Bellona without security being called, which would be extremely ironic.
Zeke knew he would have to make contact with Bellona, as it was the only way he could keep an eye on her without seeming incredibly sketchy. He wasn’t exactly sure how to do this, though. He wasn’t trying to hit on her, nor did he know her. How else were men supposed to approach attractive women?
She turned to him, and he realized that he had nothing to say. “Er – I was just trying to get to the bar to get a drink.”
He was lucky that there was an abundance of people at the bar, which meant that his excuse seemed plausible.
“Mind if I get by?” he inched past her and as he waited he turned back to her. “Want me to get you something while I’m here?”
It was then that he noticed that she already had a nearly full drink right in front of her.
“Like – I don’t know, a snack or some shit?”
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Post by Bellona Whyte on Nov 3, 2017 17:34:43 GMT -7
Bellona looked at the man in front of her, her brows furrowed. First it was in confusing but then a smile grew on her face. He was everything the bartender was not and to have that kind of contrast showing was somewhat amusing. "Well, it's not like I'm in your way, am I?" she replied and gestured at the desk that was stretching far and wide. "I'm sure you can squeeze your ass in between my stool and whoever's standing behind me", Bell added, her gaze trailing down to his ass. It fit well into his jeans, she had to admit that. She couldn't help but laugh a little. She wasn't sure if it was at his words or his presence or if it was because of him as person. Whatever it was, her eyes were already set on the bartender, not in a sexual kind of way but more in the sense of making conversation. He was the kind of person she felt the need to have a conversation with, not the brooding guy next to her. She was too well-mannered to brush the man off so when he asked her if she wanted something, she turned to look at him.
"I prefer a snack over shit but I'd have to say I'm good for the time being", Bell started and took a sip from her drink before motioning for the bartender to come over. Who ever the man next to her was, she could tell that he'd be around for long and for her to handle someone like him, she definitely needed something stronger. "I've changed my mind. Sweet's not really my thing tonight. I'll have a bottle of your finest scotch", she smiled at him, a smile that only grew when she saw the look on his face. It wasn't really what anyone would expect a woman of her looks to order but she'd been taught from a young age what was good and what wasn't. Scotch was one of those things and she'd grown fond of it.
The bottle was in front of her in seconds with a glass containing three ice cubes. She poured up half of the glass, taking a sip from it. "So, Mr. Shit, are you always so... grumpy or is today a bad day?" she asked the man next to her. In all honesty, she didn't really care what his case was, but with the bartender being busy, he was the only one she could talk to.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2017 12:16:14 GMT -7
Bellona’s tone was friendly and, to him, inviting, but unfortunately, Zeke hardly had that sort of personality skill unless he was around Jake. Jake made him feel comfortable due to the fact that they had grown up together. Everyone else made him feel suspicious, even if he was hired to watch over this girl as if he was some sort of creepy godfather.
“It is rather difficult to get by,” he commented as he stared down a few men who were closer than necessary to her. It must have been something about his stare because they backed down. Although not the tallest man around, Zeke did have a commanding presence.
“Rough day or something?” he wondered. His own drink, by comparison, looked weak. It didn’t really matter in the long run – it wasn’t like he should get drunk on the job, although pulling a shift one right after the other made him crave one or three drinks.
“I’ve been told that it’s one of my finer personality traits,” he stated, somewhat making an ill-attempt at a joke, somewhat serious considering it had been told it frequently. “We can’t be all rich enough for a fine sense of humour.” He didn’t know why he said it. Possibly because he felt as if those who had such a good sense of humour were able to develop it because they didn’t have a care in the world. To him, such a beautiful woman with expensive clothes could hardly have many problems on her hands. It was unfortunate that he made assumptions.
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Post by Bellona Whyte on Nov 5, 2017 15:01:17 GMT -7
Bellona's eyes rolled when the man couldn't seem to squeeze through to get on the other side. It couldn't be that difficult could it? That wasn't the part that got to her the most though. It was his glaring at the men that were surrounding them. Had this happened in the Capitol, every warning bell would've rung and she would've gotten out of her seat and ran. But this wasn't the Capitol and she didn't have to be afraid anymore. Did she? Her thoughts began to wander, thinking about all the different possibilities that maybe he had found out. Maybe her uncle and herself weren't the only ones who knew where she was.
It didn't take Bell more than two seconds to go from completely calm to have her heart racing away. The glass in front of her was the closest thing to comfort that she had, so without a second thought, she'd downed the glass. Strangely enough, it actually helped.
Her brows rose when the man spoke again. She couldn't help but laugh a little. "Oh, I think the rough part of my day only just begun", she told him with a slight shrug before pouring more scotch into her glass before standing on her toes, trying to reach over the bar desk. It got to the point where her feet were hanging off the ground as she reached for a glass. She couldn't help but feel grateful to the longer skirt that she was wearing, or else the people behind her would've seen a lot more than just the white fabric of her skirt.
Shifting her weight back, Bell was on her feet again, placing a glass in front of the man. "There you go. Drink some of this. Loosen up. And for Panem's sake, stop killing my vibe." She didn't wait for him to say yes before pouring up his drink and frankly, she didn't even care if he liked it or not. If he was going to stand there and bug her, then he might as well get drunk while doing it and the drink he already had would definitely not do it. As she returned to sipping some of her own, she remembered his snide comment about her wealth. Bell scoffed and put down her drink, her arm resting on the desk. "What is your problem with me?" she asked. She'd never met the man before and if it somehow was the way he was with everyone, then he really had some issues. Issues that she didn't want to listen to.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2017 17:44:50 GMT -7
Despite the fact that Zeke’s job required him to read people well and to get himself into the atmosphere, he clearly didn’t immediately grasp the fact that Bellona was uncomfortable with his actions. It was mostly on him though, because this wasn’t his scene at all. It was hard to know what was proper or not when he wasn’t around this type of environment. Zeke realized he should be flirty or outgoing considering she was a beautiful woman, but the first thing on his mind was that he was essentially her bodyguard. He couldn’t see past that, nor would he have flirted otherwise anyway. Flirting wasn’t a piece of his personality. It was a wonder that the man ever got laid at all.
He was, however, rather impressed how she shot her scotch like it was nothing. He raised an eyebrow and nearly smirked at her, but he could see in her eyes something was off, so the frown reappeared on his face. He nearly scowled at her comment. “Hey, I’m not as bad as I come off.” Even as he said it, Zeke realized how ridiculous he sounded, even to himself. Realistically, he was as bad as he came off. When he thought of his brother, he remembered that he was worse.
Zeke reached forward to try to help her get a glass, but by that point she had already succeeded on her own. “Don’t you think using the same glass would be sufficient?” he asked her. “Someone has to wash each glass that you take each individual drink out of," not being aware that she had grabbed it for him.
All he could think of was how much she showed where she came from. Zeke wasn’t one who could hide his irritation well. He finished his own drink just as Bellona slid over another one. He looked at her with a questioning look on his face. “Which vibe would that be?” he took the drink anyway, and trying to appear as casual as she did, downed it in one go. It was bitter and not quite what he was used to.
He shook his head. “It’s not you,” he somewhat lied. “I’m the one who’s had a bit of a rough day.” He finally sank himself into the stool next to her when the pipsqueak who evacuated it left. He forced himself to let out a sigh as if this was exactly where he wanted to be. Without the music and the crowd and the sloppy dancing, maybe it could have been. “I’m a peacekeeper,” he figured there was no harm in telling her that much. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how that can be most days.”
Zeke hoped that his admission was enough for her to not think he was extremely unpleasant, which most people seemed to find him. He wasn’t ignorant of how others thought of him. Usually, they told him, just as he told them. He always liked the phrase, ‘if you can’t handle the heat, get out of the kitchen.’
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Post by Bellona Whyte on Nov 5, 2017 18:37:27 GMT -7
Her eyes met his the moment he tried to defend himself, as if she was daring him to keep lying to her. He, if anyone, seemed to be as bad as they get, in the sense of being blunt while bordering on rude. He was definitely the kind of man she would have steered away from, but then again, she knew how bad her judgement could be when it came to men. That did however, not mean that she wasn't good at telling when someone was lying to her.
Bellona couldn't help but laugh at his comment. "Well isn't it a fantastic thing that I'm an excellent tipper then? So lets just say that they'll get their monthly pay by the end of the night." Bell shrugged at that. Money wasn't an issue and she meant it when she said that she would tip them very generously by the end of her night. She was aware that she'd grown up incredibly lucky but that didn't make her oblivious to other people's hard work. She figured it was easy for others to think that considering her background in the Capitol, but it was as far from the truth as it possibly could be.
Taking another sip from her scotch, she let his question sink in. She didn't really know what vibe it was. It ended up with her shrugging. "I'm not sure. But it's definitely not the one you're bringing to the table", Bellona told him. She'd imagined her night with some fun conversations and people who didn't have a hard time smiling or laughing or just having a good time. It seemed like all three options were impossible for him, which pretty much ruled him out of every possible list she could have had.
Bell's drink caught in her throat when he began to explain himself. She coughed a couple of times, her hand raised in front her. "Really? You're actually going to play that card?" She shook her head to herself. "I see your looks. The erm- resentment?" She started, then nodded to herself. "Yeah, that's a good word for it. And with you being a peacekeeper, I'm sure you don't care much about wealth, but you value hard work. Hard work and morale. I'm sure you see everything but that when you look at me, which would explain the disdain." Bellona smiled a little, chuckling to herself. What a wonderful world it was. The irony of her first time out ending up with someone like this man next to her. She took another sip from her scotch before turning her attention back to him. "I get it. I really do. But if you're going to sit here and talk with me, at least do me the decency of being honest. Can you do that? Mr...?" Her brows rose, waiting for an answer from him. Hadn't it been for his brooding and somewhat demeaning personality, she might have considered him to be handsome. It truly was a shame, for beauty like his to go to waste.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 9:21:12 GMT -7
Zeke could feel that she knew that he wasn’t altogether pleasant. What was being pleasant worth, anyway? A way to make friends who don’t really know you, or a way to get into someone’s pants? It wasn’t that Zeke was always terrible (intentionally), but it was difficult to be happy-go-lucky when your job involved either arresting people or punishing people or investigating people… or in this case, paid to stalk.
He sighed and took a deep drink. “So generous of you,” he said sardonically. “What is it you do, again?” He wasn’t even sure what her job consisted of. Zeke figured she was some sort of model or even celebrity somehow, although no one seemed to be asking for her autograph. Otherwise, why was it so important that he protected her?
“You’re free to not be in my presence. If it’s that terrible, go leave,” he stated with a shrug. He sounded somewhat like a child speaking to their sibling. He had a daring look on his face. If she left, Zeke would still have to watch her. It would just be more difficult that way. She seemed to be the type that men protected, even if she didn’t want them to.
“I’m not playing any card,” he replied, irritably. He had to work hard where he was, and he detested anyone who made light of it. Zeke sighed and contemplated taking his own advice and leaving. He figured this would be the last time he went out of his way to interact with her, even if he did have a rough day. She seemed to be the complete opposite of him and he didn’t have time for that. He motioned to the bartender to get him another.
“Ezekiel Raines,” he answered, simply. “And you are…?” he almost forgot to ask. If he didn’t, it would be suspicious that he knew who she was. “What do you mean by being honest?”
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Post by Bellona Whyte on Nov 7, 2017 11:30:44 GMT -7
Bellona watched the man attentively. There was something off with him, something that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Whatever it was, she didn't feel like it was a good idea to tell him more than necessary, with necessary being the bare minimum. She merely rolled her eyes as a reply to his comment, following with a shrug. "I'm in politics." It wasn't a complete lie, she was working with politics but she was also sort of retired. But he didn't know that and no one else knew that so maybe it was the truth after all.
A laugh escaped through her lips. She shook her head a little before looking at him, a smile tugging at her mouth. "Or you could ease up a little. What are you even doing here if you're going to be grumpy and bitter towards everyone?" Bellona asked, truly curious as to what his deal was. No one went to a club with that kind of mindset, not even if it was for the alcohol. Everyone had alcohol stashed at home, so something must have brought him there and whatever it was, he seemed to hate every moment of it.
Her brows rose in disbelief again. Was he ever going to say one truthful sentence? She chuckled. "Oh I'm sorry, the 'it's not you it's me' part, definitely got me sold." Bell returned her attention back to her drink. She would leave soon and had enough time to get one more glass down.
"Bellona", she replied shortly. She sighed a little, chugged the last of her drink and then met his gaze. "Well, like i said earlier, it's not you it's me. You learn a thing or two in politics and one is when someone is lying to you. The other is to observe. Put all of that together and it's pretty easy to see that one, you were lying, and two, you don't really like being here." Bellona stated. She'd always been blunt in her approach and for some reason, she didn't want to be, at least not tonight. But there didn't seem to be another way.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 12:12:20 GMT -7
Zeke looked away from her and at the bottles stacked at the back of the bar. All he could think about was that he shouldn’t have made contact. A part of him had just been curious about what Bellona was all about and now that he knew, he was quite frankly over it. He should have just kept watching her from afar, because now he knew when he watched her he would think about what a princess she was. He turned back to her when she answered.
“Politics?” surprisingly, it grasped Zeke’s interest. One thing he could talk about was politics. He paused. “Which side do you advocate for? What is your position?” Again, his mind was running, but then he remembered where politics had gotten him the first time. Despite the incident, Zeke couldn’t stop being interested in politics. Politics was what made the world go round, and he found those who didn’t follow along were absolute idiots.
Zeke shook his shoulders slightly at her jab. “Don’t most people come to bars when they’re feeling off? Damn, I’ve been here twenty minutes and you’ve been giving me shit for like eighteen of those. Maybe you’re the one ruining the mood?” he was merely being argumentative for the sake of being argumentative. If she was going to keep calling him grumpy, he felt like he was allowed to attack back.
He shrugged. “To be honest, I don’t care if you think I’m lying to you or not. I’ve never even met you before – why do you expect that of me?” He took another swig. “Do you think all the people you’ve ever gone home with from the club were ever completely truthful with you?” He then let out a small laugh. “I’m not implying we are going home together… but you know what I mean.”
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Post by Bellona Whyte on Nov 7, 2017 12:43:16 GMT -7
"The Capitol's of course", Bellona answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. To her it was, because her uncle and her grandparents were good people. She couldn't possibly understand the reason for anyone to go against them and she'd been to young to remember the president before her uncle. She'd heard stories about how bad he had been, but her uncle was good. His following questions were a bit too personal for her to answer, so she left it at that. "You know, I've heard you should never discuss politics when drinking", she told him with a small laugh. A laugh that soon faded away.
Bellona got down from her stool, beginning to feel restless. She poured another glass despite the small buzz that she was beginning to feel. The alcohol in the capitol had been so much stronger than the ones here, so her tolerance was as high as it could possibly be. It made it somewhat difficult to go out and get drunk, considering the amounts she'd have to drink. She started laughing at his reply, about how she was the one ruining the mood. "They do indeed. But they come here to feel better and I can't possibly understand how you think you're going to feel better if you're an asshole to everyone that's breathing", she shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "But yes, maybe I'm the one ruining the mood." He didn't have a point in her giving him shit but it was mostly because she couldn't understand what someone like him was doing there. Did he really think people would enjoy talking to him when he was behaving the way he was?
Taking a swig from her glass, Bellona couldn't help the trip down memory lane that was taking place inside her mind. She knew for a fact that people she'd taken home from the club hadn't always been truthful, more than he could ever known. Maybe it was the experience with those people that made her so resentful towards dishonesty. It had almost cost her her life, how she'd believed someone for so long and thought the best of them.
She shrugged a little. "I'm not expecting anything from you. I'm just telling you what I'm seeing", she replied causally. Hearing him laugh was probably the last thing she expected from him, but it was nice to hear for a change. It spread to her face, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, do you want to go home together?" She asked him, her brows raised. She knew for a fact that he's say no, but there was never any harm in asking. She didn't even think she wanted to go home with him. If there was anyone, it would probably be the bartender with the gorgeous smile and arms to die for.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 17:51:22 GMT -7
Zeke nodded appreciatively. If there was anything he respected in someone else was their loyalty to their country. “I don’t understand the rebels. Do they not understand that they make everything worse?” he ordered yet another drink, not paying attention to how much he was truly drinking. He ignored Bellona’s scotch in favour for beers now. The bottles felt more comfortable in his hand and he knew it made him seem more casual than if he had hard liquor on hand. He shook his head. “Rebelling makes people … lose everything.” He didn’t elaborate further and wasn’t going to. The only person who knew what he had done was Jake, and even then Zeke tried to keep the mention of Mason at bay. His brother was gone, there was no point in dwelling on it – at least, outside of his own head.
He shrugged. “And you’re not supposed to talk politics at the dinner table either. Do I look like I care about etiquette?” he smirked at her then. Getting riled up about politics made him completely forget the original question he had asked her about her official title, or perhaps it was the drinks that he was throwing back. Usually it took him a while to feel the alcohol, but not only had he been mixing different types of alcohol, but his schedule for that day had ensured that he hadn’t had enough to eat.
“Maybe being an asshole is what makes me feel good?” he challenged. For some reason, he was beginning to find her more tolerable. Zeke wouldn’t say that he liked her, but bickering with her he found somewhat amusing. “I’m sure enjoying being an asshole to you.”
Those words weren’t entirely a lie. Zeke found that she seemed to not be able to resist his temperament. She had every capability to leave and he even offered for her to do such but she didn’t go. For a moment he worried that she knew something was off, that she had a hint of who he really was, and that was why she didn’t go. But no, that was ridiculous. As paranoid as Zeke could be, he had learned over the years to try not to be that bad. It destroyed more than it helped.
Her question caught Zeke off-guard and made him spit out the beer that was in his mouth a little, ruining his tough-guy persona a bit. “A little forward, are you?” he asked in order to not have to answer the question immediately. He knew he would get shit from any living male for turning Bellona down, but in all good consciousness he couldn’t do it. Zeke might be an asshole, but his morals were strong. His loyalty belonged completely to his job and that included not sleeping with the person he was supposed to protect. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, simply. He shrugged but this time tried not to seem so rude. He didn’t want to make her feel bad about herself. In all honesty, even outside of his job, Zeke had never brought home a woman from a bar or any one night stand situations. He didn’t frequent bars and besides that, he was so busy that it wasn’t his priority. It was also a bit of a deal-breaker when he had the personality of a rabid dog.
Zeke couldn’t keep the fact that it would be hard for them to bicker at each other if their mouths were busy doing other things.
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Post by Bellona Whyte on Nov 8, 2017 12:23:11 GMT -7
Bell shrugged, deciding that it was best not to answer his question. She didn't want to discuss politics, especially not when she was supposed to keep a low profile. There were a few capitolites who had been transferred but none of them were involved with politics and if word got out that there was one, then it might be easy for the ones back home to figure out who that might be. That was the last thing she wanted.
She laughed a little, a small smile beginning to spread on her face. "No", Bell shook her head. "I think you're the last person that would care about etiquette." On that, she agreed with him. She chuckled a little. It was probably the first thing they both agreed on and it was nice for a change. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. At least he wasn't all too boring and boring had definitely not been what she'd hoped for for the evening.
Bell's head tilted a little to the side, followed by her shaking her. She didn't doubt it for a minute. She couldn't help but laugh next. "Oh I can definitely see that," she replied cheekily and took a swig from her glass. What she said next hadn't really been thought out well but she sure hadn't expected the reaction she got. His otherwise, drawn back and somewhat brooding appearance vanished in just seconds and when he spat out his beer the only thing she could do was draw her head back and laugh. "You're the one who brought it up", she shrugged, a grin playing on her lips. It was definitely refreshing to see him lose his bad boy touch, and get completely caught of guard by something as natural and fun as sex.
A light shrug followed next. "It's never a good idea, yet it still happens all the time", Bellona replied, smirking a little. She still didn't intend on bringing him home, because to be honest, he wasn't really her type. Physically, sure, personality wise, not so much.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2017 18:38:45 GMT -7
Zeke was disappointed that Bellona didn’t continue their conversation on politics. If she wanted real conversation, he could have provided it on that subject. Perhaps she didn’t want to talk about work when she was off-duty, but he couldn’t help but wonder what her position was. It made sense to have to protect her if she was an important politician, but he was given very little information about who she was. He doubted she was from around for a few reasons: to start with, he had never seen her around and she was very distinctive looking. Secondly, he had tried looking her up in the database and couldn’t seem to find anything about her, which for most people put up red flags. Usually those people were the ones that he would have to investigate further – she was explicitly not one of those people. “I care about etiquette in certain situations,” he responded. “Like being on time. Or being somewhere when you say you will be. Or offering someone a jacket when they’re cold.” He couldn’t immediately think of other situations in which etiquette would be important. His head had begun to feel fuzzy and he knew that he should stop drinking, but her frustrating him only fueled him. Zeke liked to think of himself as a relatively polite person in terms of his actions. His words were something else in its entirety.He grinned at her as he took another sip of his drink, his eyes on her the entire time. His brain kept telling him to put the glass down, push it away. “I mentioned it in passing – not what…” he paused, red beginning to crawl up his neck. He was rarely in situations in which he was propositioned. Maybe by fellow Peacekeepers, which was a common occurrence amongst that group, or from those he was investigating for him to turn the other cheek (which he never did in those situations), but not in a bar. Not in this type of stereotypical situation. Of course by the wrong person and at the wrong time. He could imagine telling Jake about this, but he couldn’t. Nervously, he took a drink before his other two gulps had settled.“I’m sure it does,” Zeke said, hoping that that was the end of the conversation. “It seems kind of dumb to be honest. How desperate does someone have to be to bring someone home that they don’t even know? ” he sneered at no one in particular. He felt better about himself by shaming those who did the type of thing that he didn’t do himself.
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Post by Bellona Whyte on Nov 20, 2017 16:10:44 GMT -7
A strand of her hair freed itself from behind her hair. Bell sighed a little, tucking it back before meeting his gaze. They certainly had different opinions regarding what counted as etiquette. She couldn't help but shake her head a little. "Well, at least you're not a complete shit then. I mean, offering someone a jacket, that's some high level stuff", she replied, a hint of irony in her voice. Their bantering had become a bit easier to handle, bringing her some amusement instead of frustration. It was somewhat nice but it was only a matter of time before she'd have to leave him.
Her grin only widened when his cheeks flushed. It made him seem more human and her previous thoughts about him became somewhat nicer. From what she could tell, he was also getting a bit too drunk and she hated to be the one on the losing side. She took another swig from her glass and filled it up even more. Getting drunk was always an expensive matter, not that money was an issue, but sometimes she wished she was a bit of a lightweight. It would all go so much quicker and wouldn't cost as much. But then again, Bell wasn't one to get drunk a lot, it just happened occasionally.
Bellona met his gaze and took a step closer to him, her head slightly tilting to the side as she looked at him. "Is there really that big of a difference with taking someone home that you don't know and talking to someone random at a club?" she asked him, a small frown shaping her face. She couldn't help the smirk that began to play on her lips right after. "I'd say we know each other pretty well now though", Bell continued. He was making it far to easy to rattle his cage and she'd be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy it. As far as she was concerned, she had to amuse herself somehow now that she was out and he was the best entertainment that she had at the moment.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2017 12:56:10 GMT -7
Zeke looked at her, irritated. “Oh yeah? And when was the last time you offered your jacket to someone?” he demanded. “Probably never. Girls don’t do that.” He chuckled to himself, “Then again, girls are always cold,” he argued in her defense.
He didn’t like the look on Bellona’s face. She looked like she was up to something, and it was only made worse when he had felt himself heat up in awkwardness. God, he just wanted to change the subject or get away. Zeke seemed full of mistakes that night, and in that moment, Bellona looked like she was going to be the next mistake he would make. He wanted to stop drinking, but the more he drank, the more interesting she seemed to become. His brain kept telling him to leave, to think of an excuse, but it didn’t appear to be that easy. His brain wanted him to go, but his feet didn’t want to follow.
Zeke didn’t like the look in her eye, or the way that she approached him. Had she been anyone else with the same attractiveness, he would have closed the space between them. She was attractive, she was more than that – he shook his head. Saying that Bellona was being seductive was an understatement.
“I think you’ve had enough to drink,” he told her, confidently. “You’re not being as annoying as earlier, so you must have reached your limit.” Zeke wanted to tell himself that it wasn’t her drinking that was making her (seemingly) come on to him, because she was probably the hottest woman who had ever done so. It was easier for him to get out of the situation if he pretended to be the good guy who wouldn’t take advantage of a drunk woman. Then again, he was drunk as well. Was it as bad if they were both out of their heads? He ordered another drink. “And don’t even think about implying that I’ve had enough, too. I’m larger than you, and I’m a man, I can metabolize alcohol better.”
Zeke looked her over again. It was like the club had gone silent. “Look, before we make any bad decisions - ” the rest of his sentence seemed to disappear. He didn’t want to be presumptuous so he just laughed to try to diffuse the tension that he was feeling. “Isn’t it past your curfew?”
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Post by Bellona Whyte on Nov 27, 2017 13:49:14 GMT -7
Bellona scoffed and shook her head. "I doubt my jacket would fit you. But I have actually offered my jacket to my girlfriends for your information", she told him. She couldn't help but think of them in that moment. There'd been two girls that had been really close to her heart, that was until he began to control everything she did. A crease grew between her brows as she began to think about them, but the change in music and the blush on Ezekiel's cheeks brought her back to where she actually was and not back in time. It made her take a step closer to him, mostly to taunt him but also to get a better look. The more they talked, the less frustrated she became with him and all her previous, somewhat snarky thoughts about him were beginning to fade away. He wasn't really as bad as he'd seemed in the beginning, but she was fairly sure it was because of the alcohol he'd consumed. He was chugging down drink after drink in a very short time and judging by the looks of him, he was sure to hit his breaking point soon. Or at least that's what she thought.
Bell erupted into laughter when he told her that she probably had enough to drink. She didn't feel that drunk, it was the nice kind of lightheadedness, the one that made everything a little easier. Easier to laugh, to speak and to think freely. She couldn't help but shake her head. "Please, I'm not nearly as drunk as you are. If anyone has had enough, it's definitely you", she shot back, a wide grin on her face. She scoffed. "A man..." she murmured under her breath. It was the stupidest thing she'd heard, though he did have a scientific point that would've been accurate if she was from from the district. But it was a different thing when she'd grown up with liquor twice as strong as the ones they had in the districts.
Her gaze was on his mouth when he began to talk again, making her take another small step towards him, only inches separating them now. Her hand went to his cheek, making him look at her. "Ezekiel, please. I'm a big girl and I don't make bad decisions, nor do I have a curfew." Her piercing blue eyes were meeting his, daring him to make the next move. If she'd read him right, he'd probably back away, but it was definitely interesting nonetheless to test him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2017 12:04:06 GMT -7
Zeke laughed. “I could put it around my shoulders like a cloak,” he said to her. He highly doubted that her small coat would even fit around his shoulders, but the imagery was enough to amuse him. Well, that imagery plus his drinks. How much had he had? He wasn’t a lightweight by any means, which only meant that he had a lot. Bellona was also throwing them back just as much as he was, and honestly, he wasn’t willing to let her drink him under the table. It was like a hidden game that he was playing.
He shrugged at her. “You’re probably right,” he responded as he took another sip of his drink. He placed it back on the bar. “Are you trying to say you’re cutting me off?” he checked his watch. “Oh, you’re right, it is getting pretty late,” he teased. Zeke had always been nicer when he drank. Then again, wasn’t that always the case with most people, that they became their opposite or at least a much heightened version of themselves? Well, he didn’t just get nicer – when someone became threatening, he was also more likely to throw a punch. This didn’t seem like the case because it seemed like they were being left alone. No doubt they appeared to be a couple in that moment. There were worse things that people could think.
Zeke could barely think straight, made worse when her hand went to his cheek. He had no idea what she was saying because his mind was on something else entirely. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed her. Not deeply, but enough. Her lips were as soft as they appeared, but it took him but a second to remember who she was and what she was supposed to be to him. Zeke broke away and caught his breath. He reacted impulsively, something he never did. He had always made calculated moves. He was a logical thinker. This apparently seemed like the exception.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said out loud. He would have apologized, but part of him wasn’t sorry at all.
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Post by Bellona Whyte on Dec 2, 2017 17:18:53 GMT -7
Bellona gave him a quick look from under her lashes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah... Of course you could." She shook her head, the thought quite absurd. It probably wouldn't even go around his shoulders and he knew it too.
"I doubt I could. You seem like a man who does what he wants without any regard to anyone else. Am I right?" It didn't really bother her, but she'd met men like him and they weren't exactly the nicest. But then again, her uncle was also one of those men and he was kind and intelligent, making her assume that there had to be some kind of balance to it all for it to be good. Maybe Ezekiel was like her uncle, but hiding it all underneath his tough guy persona. She wouldn't know because she didn't really know him.
Bell's breath caught in her throat. Out of all the things she thought he would have done, kissing her had definitely not been one of them. It was nice though and for the first time in a long time, she didn't actually feel uncomfortable with it. She smirked a little and grabbed her jacket before turning her attention back to him. "I disagree. Now if you don't mind, I have a home to go to", she told him and put her coat on. She was just about to leave before realizing that there was one thing she had to do. She closed the distance between them for the second time that night, this time grabbing him by his collar and kissing him hard. Pulling back with a smile, her gaze met his. "Just one last question. Are you desperate enough tonight to come home with me?" Her grin was wide, but just like last time, she didn't exactly expect him to take her up on her offer. Recalling everything he'd said during their encounter, it didn't really seem like his thing to do. But then again, he was drunk and so was she.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2017 13:34:42 GMT -7
Zeke felt confident that Bellona knew the exact facial expressions and ways to move her body to make her seem more sensual. She was one of those women – those that knew they were beautiful and used it to their advantage. It didn’t help that it felt like all of Zeke’s drinks hit him at once, or maybe it was because she was making an effect on him. He didn’t dare to think it was the latter. It was definitely the alcohol. He wasn’t typically a sucker for blue eyes, but in that moment he sure as hell was.
He grinned at Bellona as he leaned in closer to her, in order for her to hear him better (what other reason?). Zeke didn’t loosen up easily, and saying that was an understatement. He was typically one to be sulky and sometimes a rather wet blanket. He was able to be more of himself with Jake, but even then he tended to not be as funny or easy going as him. Sometimes it felt like Jake was the opposite of himself.
“I think you read me well,” Zeke said. “What fun is it to ask permission?” he let out a small laugh that was more of a chuckle.
Zeke was somewhat surprised that Bellona put her jacket and went to leave. Even though she stated that she disagreed that he shouldn’t have done that, she still seemed to want to leave. How did their encounter go from bad, to good, to bad again? These thoughts swirled in his head before realizing what Bellona had said.
He raised an eyebrow and tried to look interested, but really he was thinking of the pros and cons. His head told him know, but a different head told him yes. He didn’t know what kind of torment he would receive from any male if they discovered that he turned someone so hot down. It was against everything his job required, a job that he definitely took too seriously at times. This was his chance to be spontaneous, to break how people thought of him (although he definitely wouldn’t be able to brag about this).
“As long as you’re not too drunk to regret this in the morning,” he responded, a bit seriously. He couldn’t risk making things even worse than what he was doing now.
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