"Boring." She grabbed her drink off the back of the bar and brought it to her lips. "It’s always quiet on weeknights, but I got suckered into working tonight. Hows yours going?"
"Sorry to be That Guy—you know, the one who likes to get drunk no matter what day of the week it is," he offered a smile and clinked glasses with her. "Well, it’s better now—work was hell. Actually, I probably would have preferred hell, to be honest.”
She grinned at him and shrugged. “Well yeah, you might be tired from our date, and want a rest.” She ran a finger over one of her nipples. “But I’ll be bored though.”
He subconsciously licked his lower lip. The purr she spoke in had been driving him mad all night. “Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” he asked, stepping closer to her, “Besides—I’m wide awake.”
"Yeah." Cass nodded and grabbed the glass off the bar and put less ice in before filling it with bourbon. "Better?" She smiled and put it back down in front of him.
"You’re a lifesaver," he retrieved the drink and flashed a smile. He took a gulp of it and sighed intently. "Perfect. How is your night going?" Paddy is jonesing for some good conversation, even if it was with a bartender.
She lay on the bed naked and smiled up at him. “So, what do you want to do now?”
"Are you seriously asking that?" he replied, running his gaze up and down the delicious curves of her nude body until finally locking eyes with her.
"Excuse me, love? Yeah. Could I get another bourbon on the rocks, please? More bourbon, less rocks."
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The blonde stifled a laugh. The fact that he really thought he could handle her was hilarious. Her own coven couldn’t even handle her but some posh Brit boy thought he could? He could try thought. That’d be interesting to see. Finishing off the drink, she eyes the bartender who immediately begins to make her another. Perks of mastering Concilium, I guess. The best part was he didn’t expect anything in return, all because Madison had used her power to hand it over for free.
"Not yet, blondie. But don’t go thinking you’re so special."
She liked this, flirting with him. At least in her own way. She almost felt normal for a bit and for once, the starlet liked that feeling. It was.. comforting.
Paddy smirked. “Oh, I am special. I don’t need you to tell me that,” he smiled obnoxiously. He watched as the bartender quickly made Madison another drink. Did she order one? He didn’t recall her doing so, but maybe he recognized her from the papers or something. Paddy practically had to accost Ronald for a refill most of the time.
"So what brings Hollywood’s infamous It Girl to Bristol?" Paddy asked curiously. To be quite fair, he hadn’t even heard of her. He pretended he had, though, just in case that would blow his chances of sleeping with her. A Cook always kept his eye on the prize.