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Post by Dimitri Sudayev on May 14, 2016 21:41:36 GMT
It was New Year's eve and Dimitri and his whole company were enjoying their day off in the town near the casern. It wasn't like they were currently involved in a serious fight, but they still had to get up at 5 in the morning every day and train their abilities the whole day and that was exhausting on a longer period of time. There wasn't much freetime to visit the town and go drinking like they did today, so everyone was really excited - some had been even too excited because they were already tottering around.
Not Dimitri though, he wanted to enjoy the night and didn't want to end it due too much alcohol right from the begiining. Not that he didn't want to get drunk tonight. He was standing at the bar with a few of his closer friends from his company and listened to a funny story one of them told to everyone. When his friend finished, everyone laughed loudly and tossed their glasses in the middle of the circle. The raven-haired drank the rest of his drink in one sip and put the glass back on the table. The others went to the dacefloor to chat some ladies up, he held up his hand. "I'll join you after I got another drink!", he told them and stayed alone at the bar. He tried to catch the barkeeper to order another whiskey, but that one seemed to be more occupied to give drinks to a small group of women. Who could be miffed about it? If he would be a bartender himself he would probably do the same, nevertheless it was annoying him to wait so long.
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Post by Kida Nedakh on May 15, 2016 17:54:00 GMT
Kida sighed and readjusted the bracelet around her wrist. Another one of her father's wine and dine events with the political big shots to celebrate the New Year had gone well. She had just been there to smile and look pretty, since most of them were older and did not believe women could participate in politics. To satisfy her father she just smiled off most of their comments, but she really needed a drink after this one.
So she headed to the bar with some friends, or rather the daughters of the political big shots at her father's insistence. Kida would have to ditch them at some point tonight. They were a gaggle of tittering airheads. They were also the least likely group of girls that Kida would spend her evening with. At least she had gotten out of that horrible ball gown and into something a little more comfortable, a little black dress that brought out the color of her hair. When she saw the bartender pass up a man, she ordered two drinks. Taking both she walked over to him.
"I believe you're in need of one of these," she said, setting the whiskey down in front of the man.
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Post by Dimitri Sudayev on May 17, 2016 16:53:05 GMT
He was still looking at the barkeeper with annoyance when he noticed someone walking over to him. He turned his head to the girl who put a glass of whiskey in front of him. His eyes slightly widened in surprise, he looked at the girl, then at the glass and at the girl again. She looked very exotic; very bright if not white hair and her skin was tanned, what made an interesting contrast to her also bright blue eyes. Nothing he's ever seen around here..She was probably here as a guest, since it was some kind of international politic meeting going on this week. She was obviously not from here, but she appealed to him in russian.
"That's indeed the case, thank you.", he said in his motherlanguage as well and smiled at her. "How did you know it was this one, my lady?" Whiskey on the rocks was his favourite type of alcohol, even if his friends always made fun of him, because they thought it was something for old english men to drink. They rather drank beer of vodka.
He lifted his glass, "Na zdorovie!" (OCC: prost) and drank a sip of it. "So, your russian is very good. Where are you from if I may ask?", he swiched languages to english.
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Post by Kida Nedakh on May 17, 2016 19:20:20 GMT
"Your other glass, good sir," she replied with ease.
She tapped the empty glass he had been trying to refill, the one the bartender had ignored to focus on the rich politician daughters that Kida had now effectively ditched because they had a bartender swooning over them and alcohol coming. The difference between the whiskey glasses and the vodka glasses at this establishment was that the whiskey glasses had a bevel towards the lips, a sort of curvature that reminded Kida of a vase, not a shot glass. Whereas the vodka glasses looked no different than larger shot glasses. If nothing, she was a rich man's daughter and she knew the differences between glasses. Goodie for her.
Instead she was wondering how the evening was going to turn now. She had offered a stranger a drink after all. Looking around, it seemed like a military unit on leave for the first time in a while, considering how many men were already plastered. But not this one... He was taking his evening slow. She looked him over with a light smile and toasting him with her own drink.
She then slipped into English with ease. "I am from Greece but I travel a lot. I think it makes the experience better if you learn the language of the country you visit."
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Post by Dimitri Sudayev on May 17, 2016 21:29:53 GMT
His smile got bigger. Seemed like she wasn't only pretty, but also pretty smart. "I see..." He turned his glass around in his hand and looked at it. "Hmm.. It's not endued with rohybnol, is it? I don't wanna get raped tonight.", he pretended to think out loud and gave her a teasing smirk. He didn't really suspect her to do such things, she looked like an honest lady after all. On the other side she wouldn't have to use drugs to get him into her bed anyways.
"From Greece, I see..." That at least explained her tan. "But your hair isn't very common in southly areas, is it? They are usually black-haired.", he said and then looked at his wrisps of hair falling into his face. He put them aside. "But well, I'm not the typical russian myself as you can see.", he went on and gave her an amused smile.
"I've never been to Greece though I can't tell from my own experiences. Actually I've never been out of Russia before, but after my service I totally will.", he explained. Yeah, he wanted to travel at least to some contries and especially Europe was quicken his interests, much more than south-east Asia.
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Post by Kida Nedakh on May 18, 2016 1:40:11 GMT
"Oh, scandalous," Kida replied sarcastically.
Her smile gave away the fact she was teasing him back just as much. He had meant nothing by it. If anything someone would try to spike her drink, which is why she never left it alone or if she did, she got an entirely new one. She was just trying to be polite. If she were truly honest, he made better company than the girls she had come with. She seemed to pause, swirling the contents of her drink as he inquired about her hair.
"It's not a common color," she agreed, leaving that at that and casting him a smile, "But here I thought only your drink set you apart from your friends."
A new traveler, now this had finally gotten interesting. Kida's interests in traveling sent her on her little globe trotting expedition. She had only stopped for this party for her father's sake and was off to Hong Kong in a few days after. She was looking forward to it since she hadn't traveled there yet.
"It's a shame. There is a lot to see," Kida said. "If you'd like I can recommend a few places."
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Post by Dimitri Sudayev on May 20, 2016 20:00:38 GMT
"Awww, so you think I look just like those jerks over there?", he asked, pretending to be hurt by her words, and pointed in the direction of his friends on the dancefloor, who were trying to get near to a group of girls. They were really funny to look at, because they failed every time and their dancing was hilarious. He chuckled shortly.
"I believe that. Probably more than you can ever see in your entire life. Mh, that would be nice of you.", he said and took another sip of his glass. He had to make sure to remind what she'd say now later, so he could actually try to visit those places. "I'm hanging on your lips."
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Post by Kida Nedakh on May 21, 2016 1:13:09 GMT
"Well prove me wrong," Kida challenged. "What sets you apart from those 'jerks'? Your hair?"
It seemed she was lucky. He had a good sense of humor. He had her smiling at least. Talking with this stranger was far more rewarding than chatting with her father's political guests. At least this man seemed to realize she was more than just her looks. But it probably helped that he was much younger and she had brought him a drink, so maybe he felt obligated to entertain her conversation for a while.
"True, but I'm going to try anyways," she replied. "Let's see... I just left Kenya. I went down on safari and I helped introduce a few politicians to one another to get some animal protection laws in place."
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Post by Dimitri Sudayev on May 22, 2016 0:06:56 GMT
"Should be worth a try, definitely. ..Mh, Kenya....wow... So you're not only travelling but also trying to change the world to the better, huh? Impressive....", he replied, before he drank the last sip from his glass. Africa was even more exotic and much further away than Europe to him.
She wanted proof? Well, she could have that. He chuckled a little. "First, women usually don't reject me. And second", he smirked, "Other than them, I can dance." He offered her his hand to guide her to the dancefloor. If she wanted to.
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Post by Kida Nedakh on May 22, 2016 16:21:00 GMT
"It's not always just for business. I travel for pleasure too," Kida replied.
Kida raised a brow when he finished the last of his drink. But then he held out his hand, expecting her to take it and dance with him. Women don't reject him? She was half tempted to just to spite him, but really, she was bored. She had nothing to gain by turning him down. He was fun and far more exciting than anyone she had talked to in the last week. It was just a bit of fun after all. So she finished her drink, setting her glass next to his before placing her hand in his.
"Show me," she challenged.
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Post by Dimitri Sudayev on May 22, 2016 18:10:25 GMT
She seemed like she was thinking to reject him - obviously because he said that usually didn't happen - but when she laid her hand in his, he smirked. He had won again. "Will do.", he replied with a winning smile and closed his fingers around her hand. Then he walked her to the dancefloor, holding her hand while trying to make way for them inbetween all these people. He finally spotted a free area and spinned Kida around herself one time once they had reached it and then pulled her close to him to start the actual dancing.
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Post by Kida Nedakh on May 23, 2016 19:46:50 GMT
He was a little too smug about the fact she hadn't turned him down. Perhaps his ego needed needling. Or the drinks were going to his head, one or the other. Luckily she had set her glass down first before he whisked her towards the dance floor, cutting and weaving through the crowds until he found an open spot. But she was surprised her partner was correct. He did know how to dance. He twirled her once before pressing in close, with that same smug smirk on his lips.
"Where did you learn to dance?" Kida asked.
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Post by Dimitri Sudayev on May 26, 2016 1:56:45 GMT
He could see that she was debating with herself if she should turn him down nevertheless, but he didn't give her the chance to and went to the dancefloor.
He smiled. Should he tell her that his mother told him to? It was a little embarassing, wasn't it? Not very..manly. He spinned her around again. She really had a slim waist... "Oh, here and there.... practised a lot. But no professional teacher or anything", he eventually gave back. He also wasn't rich or anything, so it hadn't really part of his education to learn how to dance how it had probably been part of hers. "I guess you learned it from a professional, by the order of your parents?", he guessed. Most children of public persons had to learn such things. ...Wasn't today some sort of high-class-party? "Isn't today one of those high-classed events?", he spoke out his thoughts.
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Post by Kida Nedakh on May 26, 2016 14:06:36 GMT
Kida laughed when he twirled her again. If she had been wearing the flowing gown she wore to the political event it would have spun out with her, instead she had her little black dress that hugged and it seemed the stranger had noticed, especially with the way his hands lingered near her hips. She smiled back at him.
"Actually, just my father," she said. "He wanted the best for his little girl."
It seemed this person wasn't like the rest of the men wandering around, getting drunk and making poor decisions. He was informed. Aware of his surroundings. It wasn't like she wasn't proud of her father's work. She was very proud, it was just very dull since most of the men were much older and very not as lively as she was. But she couldn't exactly elaborate more on what the high class event was. She was the daughter of a politician after all. Target for all sorts of plots and could be used as leverage against her father.
"There was one," she confirmed.
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Post by Dimitri Sudayev on May 27, 2016 23:41:58 GMT
It was nice to see that she had fun. And so had he! "Interesting... so you're Daddy's little girl, huh? Don't you think he could get mad because you didn't go home like a good girl and instead drink and dance with a stranger?", he teased and grinned. She really seemed like the rebellious type to him, even if she wanted others to think she was not.
Dimitri nodded. He didn't ask any further about the event, because he honestly didn't really care. It wasn't his world. He was neither rich nor from a prestigious old family or anything and that was okay. He was living his life and tried to enjoy every moment of it. Like right now. He pulled Kida closer to dance tighter with her, having a playful glow in his eyes.
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